<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Former Jamaican</title><subtitle type='html'>No one needs permission to say what they have or want to say. That does not give them the right to say it. Not everything that can be said should or needs to be said. Destroy, such an easy choice, Build, so much more effort.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113413822847050678</id><published>2005-12-09T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:48:17.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Parting ......   sad to go but those were the terms of this blog ...... it was fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/normajean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/normajean.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A career is wonderful thing, but you can't snuggle up to it on a cold night. - quote Norma Jean (Marilyn Monroe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/peacebaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/peacebaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun while it lasted ...... you be good and have a wonderful christmas with someone you care about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(please don't post telling us about it in the blog ..... somethings MUST/SHOULD be private) ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps/psssst let me know you have seen this and then it'll disappear. (the blog 10 Thousand Chariots is not me, just someone else ripping off my handle (and there are tons).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby graphic from www.onedigitallife.com .... norma jean from  www.fotografiapractica.com/wallmarilyn.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113413822847050678?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113413822847050678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113413822847050678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113413822847050678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113413822847050678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-parting-sad-to-go-but-those-were.html' title='In Parting ......   sad to go but those were the terms of this blog ...... it was fun'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113405346355395276</id><published>2005-12-08T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:04:25.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a tear  ......    this close to christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/crying-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/crying-pig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh your post on "Thursday, December 08, 2005, The City in the Fields" how can i say this ..... it was so moving, so, so moving ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but based on your previous posts i have to wonder ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/Bullshit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/Bullshit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol .......  now you must admit  ...... that was funny! sh*t i'm still laughing and it's my joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. or is that psssssst (jamaican version)  thanks for telling me you added a comment, thought i had turned on admin restriction with email notification like you, but with so many blogs and websites i guess i overlooked it ;). forgive that lack of daily posts but time will simply not allow   ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113405346355395276?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113405346355395276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113405346355395276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113405346355395276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113405346355395276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/tear-this-close-to-christmas.html' title='a tear  ......    this close to christmas'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113398417544991959</id><published>2005-12-07T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:07:21.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>couldn't find a finger to match.... but shaggy's girl has added me to her popular crowd (ho hum ... will someone please up her medication)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/bored%20wid%20dis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/bored%20wid%20dis.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/bored%20with%20this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/bored%20with%20this.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I must be a popular person now, for me to warrant so much space and attention on your blog shaggy's girl. love the graphic of the flaming finger of the 'birdie', had me in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks also for the re-edit of the dec 03, 2005 post. now i am really special. imagine not only am i worthy of a post on your blog but i am so on your mind that you have edited what you had written earlier and extended it even further ...... and the sound of jagger's voice just got a fade in on the internet radio .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Under my thumb&lt;br /&gt;The girl who once had me down&lt;br /&gt;Under my thumb&lt;br /&gt;The girl who once pushed me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down to me&lt;br /&gt;The difference in the clothes she wears&lt;br /&gt;Down to me, the change has come,&lt;br /&gt;She's under my thumb.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum hum hum... sorry i don't know the rest of the words&lt;br /&gt;.... but i am sure you can google it (predictable)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go making all sorts of connotations, it's just a wicked song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusing, conflicting quotes from shaggy's girl (did you expect different) well at least act suprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i stated the terms of this blogs existence and so far no takers or should i say take downers ...... pity, but not suprising considering it's just shaggy's girl, the few drifters that visit her site (1 a month) and me who actually read this crap ...... i am getting bored with it and SG and her meaningless blog, so guess what ........ guess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy jamaican ppl can chat, and their memories are excellent when it comes to gossip ...... i know why u hide ;) shaggy's girl ..... ja is small, and the very thing that shaggy's girl ran away from is the very thing that, well mmmmmm ;) ........ yes jamaicans do have a habit of asking "who yuh fada and mada? ....... what school yuh go to?" but they know why and you know why they do too .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi shaggy's girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps you have a little typo ..... know how you pride yourself on an error free blog "he has described &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; posts as" ......  ouch, more to come you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113398417544991959?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113398417544991959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113398417544991959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113398417544991959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113398417544991959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/couldnt-find-finger-to-match-but.html' title='couldn&apos;t find a finger to match.... but shaggy&apos;s girl has added me to her popular crowd (ho hum ... will someone please up her medication)'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113310889882600298</id><published>2005-11-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:09:49.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to wonder here is confirmation....</title><content type='html'>Quote from Blogger "Former Jamaican - Shaggy's Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sunday, November 27, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ménage à trois avec mes amis nouveaux &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Just when I thought I was through with throwing tantrums at MR, something happens last night that bears a very close similarity to the issues I brought up. Bored husband looking to spice up his sex life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Finnish seaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Finnish seaman's Russian bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Shaggy's Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Set locations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;House "w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;arming" party at hillside mansion of a close friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Finnish seaman's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Plot Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.00 I was sitting down with a glass of coca cola, and the Russian bride falls, face down, into my lap. I'm sort of surprised because I don't even know her but she cops a feel of my right breast with her left hand. I return the favour by pulling her shirt all the way up her back to reveal a large tattoo on the small of her back. (The hostess of the party is filming the whole incident). Before this, the bride and the seaman were swallowing each other's tongues to show everyone how mad they were about each other. We had descriptions of their sex life, too. It didn't stop there, the bride went on to give her best interpretation of Elephant Man's "Jook Gal", which only revealed that she had no ass and no circular rotation through her hips. Major turn off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.00 The seaman says that he's too drunk to drive home, so I offer them a lift. As we were warming up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;in the car, the seaman says I should come over to their house to taste Russian food that his wife had prepared. I wasn't sure where this was heading (I have a dirty mind), so I asked the Russian bride what she thought, and she said it was fine. We agreed that I would just stay for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;00.00 The seaman wanted to know about my most fulfilling sexual experience, and I told him that is was with one of his countrymen. He's shocked. Finnish men are good in bed?! He asked for details: what did he do? how did he do it? I didn't give details, but I drew some comparisons with my former Jamaican lovers so he could get the big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;00:30 I say it's time to go home. Russian bride offers to draw me up a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;01.30 The Russian bride finishes preparing a relaxing bath for me in a wooden tub on their second floor balcony. The Finnish seaman, still drunk, asks the bride if he can join me and starts caressing my feet. I threw a cushion at him to get him to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;02.00 I'm in bed in the guest. They get in the tub together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;09.45 W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e've had breakfast, and it's time for me to leave. I can't find my way to the main road because I'm unf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;amiliar with that part of the city. It was snowing too, so visibility was crap. The Russian bride looked at me with disbelief when I told her that I was unfamiliar with the town. I have such a bad sense of direction that people ALWAYS print/fax/e-mail maps of places I have to visit. The Russian rattles off in broken Finnish that the seaman should not leave the house because he has things to do at home. I tried in vain to get the seaman to draw me a map, or to give me verbal instructions. He insists on leading me out to the main road so I could find my way home. I thought his offer was genuine because he thought my "Jamaican" identity meant it would be impossible to drive on snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe I misinterpreted the whole thing, but the seaman had been touching me all evening. The idea of a tryst was not out of the question, but I was exhausted, he was too drunk, and I was not at all attracted to the bride. She resembled me of one the characters from the "Corpse Bride", and this was not a pick-and-choose-the-partner situation. What was puzzling though, was the bride's behaviour the next morning. Ordering him not to leave the house today, even to give me directions in bad weather. Direct challenge to his ego: after all, he did have the object of his lust sleep in his home. I wonder how things would have turned out if I had engaged her in a tongue lock? I'm glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I didn't, because some women can't handle the excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Classic case of jealousy after the "menage a trois", except that it never happened. As far as I'm concerned though, it was just an innocent sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Blogged by Shaggy's girl at 18:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/Threesome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/Threesome.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dare anyone, not recently released from ward 21 (Psychy ward), to find a relationship between her story and the message i typed to her, much less what my friend added to the message. i think we can all see from this latest post that shaggy's girl is a very lonely soul, who is a danger to all and herself, in her attempt to clutch to others, drawing them in as she winds her way down through moral destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond help? ...perhaps but i hope not .... beyond my help .... certainly .... as an uncle of mine once said when we met upon a challenge that we did our best but could do not more ... "leave well enough alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seem totally contradictory that on one hand shaggy's girl says she was "hurt" by what my friend typed while at the same time posting her "overly imaginative" sexually tainted stories for all to read .... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please seek help, and i don't say that to be cruel or to hurt you, but simply because you need it ..... best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113310889882600298?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113310889882600298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113310889882600298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113310889882600298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113310889882600298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-need-to-wonder-here-is-confirmation_27.html' title='No need to wonder here is confirmation....'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113268773919412880</id><published>2005-11-22T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:04:14.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time to help shaggy's girl</title><content type='html'>since she is unable to ask for it we should at least point shaggy's girl (http://shaggyla.blogspot.com/) in the right direction. anyone who has ever visited shaggy's girl's blog titled "former jamaican" would be met by the organised, well punctuated, ramblings of a schizophrenic .... she recently removed the comments feature of her blog because she thought people were trying to target her and shut her up .... people who were simply offering their opinion .... shaggy's girl winds her way through what ever newspaper articles, websites, novels, forums, chatrooms and other media until she finds something that strikes her unstable mind, something that to her is more than it appears .... and then she goes to work .... twisting, warping, dissecting, pinching from truth and lies .... and a number of keyboard keys later, she posts .... something so distantly detached from reality and the truth in the real world ..... but true and factual in her's ..... not a problem, until she starts to use real peoples names and faces, or enough clues to know who the persons are and then starts her twisting and distoring with them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/kzwakzinnigenbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/kzwakzinnigenbed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Schizophrenia: Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Schizophrenia is often thought of as "split personality". This is a misconception, as the person suffering from schizophrenia does not have more than one distinct personality as is seen in Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality Disorder). Instead, they are characterized by having psychosis with, generally, two or more of the following: delusions, hallucinations (visual or auditory), disorganized speech (derailment of speech or incoherence), disorganized or catatonic behavior, or negative symptoms such as flattening of affect or lack of motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Delusions may be grandiose, in which the person believes they have special powers, or may be bizarre in which they feel their parents are martians. Persecutory delusions are also common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;From the beginning, the person with schizophrenia firmly believes in their delusions and hallucinations: they are real. After a time period in which they are very confused, they have a catharsis in which they are able to find their own "holy grail" that ties everything together for them that explains it all. However, this generally makes no sense to anyone else. This might be "The FBI is watching me and sending thoughts into my mind." With increased therapy, medication management and over time, these statements begin to tone down "The FBI might be wathcing me and sending thoughts into my head" then "I'm not so sure about that FBI stuff", and "Every so often I think the FBI is watching me. Isn't that crazy?" and finally "I've learned not to pay attention to those ideas about the FBI. They just get me into trouble." What this shows is not a complete remission of the thoughts. It shows a softening of the hallucination, which are still there, but to an extent to which they are more manageable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Schizophrenia usually onsets during adolescence or early adulthood, with 1/4 of patients having an abrupt, active onset. The remainder have an acute onset after a slow decline in functioning that may include social withdrawal, impaired functioning, poor hygeine, flat affects, vague rambling speech, odd or magical thinking, ideas of reference, overvalued ideas, persecutory thoughts, and illusions, depersonalization, and derealization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Schizophrenia is a chronic disease - there is no magic cure. However, it is characterized by periods of exacerbations and remissions. The first years are the worst, with active symptoms predominating and possible multiple hospitalizations. As the disease ages however, a more nonpsychotic state is reached with chronic symptoms of apathy, low energy levels, social withdrawal, and increased vulnerability to stress.. They may pick at imaginary objects or repeat words. Most schizophrenics report symptoms of depression at sometime during their illness, usually following an acute psychotic episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The major negative sequela of schizophrenia is suicide. approximately 20% of schizophrenics attempt suicide, and 10% are successful. It is generally during the depressive period immediately following an acute period when this occurs. 30% occur within 3 months after hospitalization and 50% within 6 months of hospitalization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There are five subtypes of schizophrenia which may be noted: paranoid, disorganized, catatonic, undifferentiated, and residual. The paranoid type have prominent persecutory or gandiose delusions or hallucinations with similar content. They may be unfocused, angry, argumentative, violent and anxious. They assume people can't be trusted and that anyone who likes them must be up to no good. They live a highly contained and structured existence. The disorganized type is characterized by prominent incoherence with flat, silly or inappropriate affect. The catatonic type, on the other hand, which is much rarer, is a case of psychomotor disturbance. They have a sudden onset, better prognosis, and more mood disorders. They can have either extreme motion on one end of the scale, or on the other end, and extreme resistance to movement. The undifferentiated type merely notes that they do not fit into the above categories. The residual type is used if chronic symptoms continue after an active phase ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Treatment is with traditional antipsychotics such as zyprexa and geodon. Therapy is used to stress reality testing initially, and later to explore stressors, and improve coping skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a comment from shaggy's girl with reference to a website with a similar name to hers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"Should people be allowed to use the Blogger website to promote garbage like illegal prescription drugs, loan sharking and hotel fares? Is it freedom of speech if the site has dumb titles like huhuhhdklkhdad or dumbasses who think they're actually saving the world by selling mortgages? Is there no escape from these mentally ill people!!!!!???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how we can see the things that affect us when they are done by others .... but are unwilling or unable to see how the things we do can affect others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113268773919412880?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113268773919412880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113268773919412880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113268773919412880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113268773919412880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-help-shaggys-girl.html' title='time to help shaggy&apos;s girl'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113266961969194721</id><published>2005-11-22T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:36:43.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow x 2</title><content type='html'>here i was thinking you had enough sense to actually see the truth .... now i realise from the nov 22 post that you really have an uncontrollable urge to just write .... any crap .... seems the little comment, as unfortunate as it was/and unnecassary, really sent you for a spin .... you the self proclaimed WORLDLY GIRL ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;quote: I became a former Jamaican because I wanted to be forgotten as the person I was when I left home. I wanted to start afresh and build a new history, new achievements (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;conquests). Thing is, if I do return, people will only remember the last thing I did before I left, and that may or may not be a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The last thing I remember doing before I left Jamaica was having sex with five of my ex-boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;That's okay, because it was more of a private thing. But what about other people--my former classmates, people I went to church with, people I had crushes on, people I compromised my values with? My first boyfriend (yuck!!). That would be a complete scandal by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suspicious about the posts on your blog about your encounters and adventures, i found the posts far fetched and everyone concluded that you fabricated most of it and over exaggerated the rest to sensationalise what one can only conclude must be an otherwise strange, insecure, boring life .... but now i can speak from personal experience based on your conclusions and ramblings about the comment sent under my name .... they are right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/images-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell do you reach your conclusions ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;quote: "Why was M R so determined to cut me down to size? That question leads me to explore the psychology of Jamaican men through my own personal experiences."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely stated that i thought it was unfair to tear people up on your site, ppl in the public eye, especially since you were hiding behind your keyboard and denied them the opportunity to defend themself. "cut you down to size" .... S G get a grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote: "I've given all of those examples to say that basically, I believe that M R is annoyed with me because I am a woman who writes well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoyed??? what? wow! you write very well, i never said you didn't .... mmmm but i think if any well thinking person were to read your blog month to month they could understand you better, why you type what you type and how you would reach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; conclusion you do .... bizzare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote: "Jamaica is a male-dominated (as opposed to male-centred) society. Male-female relations are dominated by violence which is forced into dormancy by a woman's acquiescence to her man's whims and fancies. The way M R reacted to my rejection of his sexual overture to me is an example. I say no, and he basically calls me a pathetic SOB. Then he writes a very long letter to prove that he didn't invite me to have sexual intercourse with him. It's the classic, "it wasn't me" prerogative that defines the Jamaican man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Jamaica is a male-dominated (as opposed to male-centred) society." .... and the fact that the vast majority of males are raised by the mothers or other female relation with very little or any input from a male says what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Male-female relations are dominated by violence which is forced into dormancy by a woman's acquiescence to her man's whims and fancies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... christ what circles do you move in? sure that exists .... in every society, but you state it like this is the standard, sorry to say, though this may be how it is in your life the real world isn't quite as dark as you have it written ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your preception of men and the way you put all men in one basket, speak volumes about you .... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what this woman writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"Incident A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Six months ago, an ex-lover from UWI calls me one night, and starts talking to me as if we had a relationship. I say to him that relationships need a little more nurturing than he has been giving. His reaction? To laugh at me and cluck like a rooster, saying that men should never date women who are intellectually superior to them. Huh? I stand up for myself and I'm expressing my emotional needs and suddenly I become an intellectual. Bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Incident B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A pompous asshole I met at UWI, asked me to teach him to use a computer. He feels foolish because he doesn't know how to hold the mouse. His response? Instead of listening to me, he talks to the guy at the other terminal and says how you should never learn anything from a woman, especially if he wants to screw her later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Incident C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm at the printers in New Kingston trying to get some business cards printed. I'm waiting patiently at the counter, then one of my ex-flings walks into the lobby. He gets served first, and the counter clerk is showing him her breasts while her face is inches from his. I softly remind her that I'm waiting for my order to be completed. Ex-fling turns around and says: "Basically, you talk too much", to the delight of the moronic whore behind the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Incident D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I had wrapped up a seminar presentation for my master's. Ex-boyfriend shoves a published letter to the editor of the Jamaica Gleaner under my nose, just to prove to me that he could write. (He was a therapist with a thriving private practice). Then he ignored my full-page articles in the same edition of the paper, saying that he never has time to read newspapers." end quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does this woman go through life? read her blog .... this woman has the experiences of about 100 of the most unfortunate, bizarre, strange people (not just women) all bundled up in her one life! ... could this be? you judge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113266961969194721?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113266961969194721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113266961969194721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113266961969194721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113266961969194721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-x-2.html' title='wow x 2'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113258441070361420</id><published>2005-11-21T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:28:24.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow .... i must have a twin</title><content type='html'>The following is from http://shaggyla.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Interjection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've made a mistake. See, I left the option for posting comments up as if this were a group blog, wherein people could contribute comments, negative or positive to promote some sort of discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I realise that just as how this blog is something I do in my idle time, people will read the rants here in their idle time as well, and do idle things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, I'm changing the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M R, your response to my post on October 23, is pretty late, don't you think? It took you all of 4 weeks to make a comeback. I'm insulted. At least you could have punctuated the thing. I wonder, if it really took 12 people to write a response to a post, it says a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;First it says that my blog was read by a roomful of dunce bats, especially judging by the lack of punctuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Second, that it took that much manpower to find something negative to say about my blog. And then, it was directed at me personally and not to the issues I discussed. There was nothing about sex in the post to which you responded, so that makes you or your "friend" a flaming idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Third, that you are hung up on my "intelligence". It's no news to me if you have a problem with that. You are trying so hard to prove that I'm not intelligent when the evidence is staring you in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fourth, that you are not very sharp. The ex post facto comment damages your credibility because you haven't taken responsibility for what you write. You can't prove to me that there were 12 people in the room when you wrote the original post, and I believe that you were exaggerating. If, indeed, you needed 12 people to shore up courage to say something negative, it means that you're afraid of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fifth, that you're the kind of idiot that changes identity to write comments on a person's blog. I wonder how a man with a wife and kids finds that kind of time. Your wife should be incensed that you write comments on another woman's blog "just for laughs". I was right on target about you. You are bored and looking for some excitement. I know at least that you're bored because the sub-heading of your blog says: "something to do....... mainly computer and useful software." I think you're a parasite attached to my blog because yours is limp. Five days ago, you made a single post on the blog that bears your handle, and it was plagiarised from someone else! It's ironic that you're giving me advice on where to put my creative energy when you have no idea what that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sixth, that you're vulgar because you had to reveal information about sex with your wife to prove that you weren't trying to arrange a sexual rendezvous with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(i don't cheat and i don't do disturbed). hahaha ... god forbid. i am very happily married, with a great sex life, thank god, sorry for misleading you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No woman should tolerate this kind of information leakage from her partner. It's none of my business, and I'm not interested in your sex life either. A happily married man doesn't have time to write graffiti on other people's blogs. Oh, and you HAVE cheated on your wife before. You're also a sexual predator. Why do I say that? Your handle name M R says it all, baby. Even more critically, you can't be trusted. At one moment, you say one thing, "the truth", and at another moment, you say you were making it up. Furthermore, you've recently quoted scripture on your blog, which is just a protestation of your guilt. As far as I see, everything you have said is a damned lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Seventh, if you really had 12 people reading over your shoulder, that means people saw what I had to say, yes? That's exposure. If you were lying about the number of people in the room just to provoke a response from me, then you're a lying bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Whichever it is, I've won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Finally, if you don't like my rants, then don't FUCKING read them. Instead of pissing in your pants, why not try the "ignore" approach? That's what I've done with your blogs, for example, because the posts are so boring, I could cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Warm wishes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Shaggy's girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Blogged by Shaggy's girl at 18:28"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all this because i left an idiot near my computer with a post with my www name (handle), lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi shaggy's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i should say is wow, good sense dictates that ... but since you have painted me as a dunce i simply can't .... so i'll do what all dunces would do, respond .... you are so far off base &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is funny&lt;/span&gt;. winged a crow in flight it seems .... i see you have removed the "comments" .... you have that facility, an easy way to dispose of critism, advise and attack, the ppl to whom you refer on your blog do not have that tool however, they can't remove your posts and they can't respond in defense. this type of unfairness and destructiveness is what i commented on .... only this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't respond to your initial post for only one reason, i really don't visit your site and didn't realise that the person had included the comment .... (i came across your site initially from a blogger search on jamaican blogs).... the comment was in bad taste i agree. i told you i had nothing to do with that, and i didn't, what you choose to believe for what reasons you can conjure up is neither here nor there. i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; problem stating what i want to say ... which is why i used my blogger name in the first place .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or are you still selectively blinding yourself to that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original intention was to highlight what we felt was unfair on your part. what was also unfair was the 'comment' made by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"us"&lt;/span&gt; to you. for this i again apologise. for my comments (about your post and your comments about others, using names etc) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do not apologise&lt;/span&gt; .... don't use the blog for therapy .... that's what prescription drugs are for ... and a little self analysis wouldn't hurt :) .... and if you just MUST use it for therapy then use it to build not tear down, that's its therapudic value ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think that your response to "my" comment may have been less sharp had the "tasteless" comment not been included .... but now i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards to your latest post about me on your blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(punctuation/grammar - thought i left my english teacher in high school &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; seems your missing the subject matter and the essence of what was being said, to nit pick on the outer wrapper)&lt;/span&gt; .... i was taught long ago to be careful with comments about other people's grammar etc. (probably because mine isn't always the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; ) ... but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"there is many a slip betwixt the cup and the lip."&lt;/span&gt; ... you will find errors on your blog ...  cigarette only has one "r" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(i can see you now searching you blog to first confirm the error and then to correct it so no one else sees it :D ... have to keep your little world all correctly punctuated don't you or it may all fall apart)&lt;/span&gt; .... and there will be many more ... the fact that ppl who have noticed haven't pointed them out to you may indicate some maturity on their part ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;quote "Seventh, if you really had 12 people reading over your shoulder, that means people saw what I had to say, yes? That's exposure. If you were lying about the number of people in the room just to provoke a response from me, then you're a lying bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Whichever it is, I've won."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won? won what? there you go again ... drifting into those distant, detached, dark, personal thoughts, conjuring up some complexity out of nothingness .... there were 12 people, and a few yellowtail shiraz .... and we read out aloud a number of post (so they wouldn't have to read over my shoulder) and i am no bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote "I think you're a parasite attached to my blog because yours is limp. Five days ago, you made a single post on the blog that bears your handle, and it was plagiarised from someone else! It's ironic that you're giving me advice on where to put my creative energy when you have no idea what that is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again your statement displays your desire to corrupt and distort what is in front of you to something warped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if you do go for the prescription, tell them to up the dose)&lt;/span&gt;. You went to my site (through the link i provided) and rather than seeing a blog with useful information for computer newbies and comments from visitors expressing their appreciation for the useful information you say something totally negative. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh by the way on the matter of grammar and all that ... well it has been some time since i looked up this word (high school early 70's maybe) but the last time i checked the word "plagiarised" meant using someone else's information, data, etc WITHOUT acknowledging the source or making some indication that the work is not yours. Basically to be dishonest by attempting to pass off someone else's work as yours .... "plagiarised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/images.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/images.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from someone else!" it would be difficult to plagiarise from myself, hehehe, mmmm .... and i am the one that needs a dunce cap? seems you should sign up for a fitting too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the english language is quite a handful isn't it? regardless of our location at the time ... uk or jamaica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vast majority of posts on my blog are my creation, sure i have cut and paste on my blog, information which i think is useful, and where i see no sense in paraphrasing just to say i wrote it .... it is pretty obvious where (even you with your dunce cap could tell), as i do try and ensure that the source is mentioned (you really scraped hard to find fault didn't you, as i said you seek to create darkness where others see light) .... making useful information available in one location is the essence of what my blog offers i am sure even you saw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote: "However, her only position seems to be whatever comes to her fingertips as she types. Her behaviour reminds me of what a wise person said to scold me: being a biyotch just because you can be might be fun for you, but is reprehensible to others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... mmmm scolding didn't have any effect on you huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote: "Finally, if you don't like my rants, then don't FUCKING read them. Instead of pissing in your pants, why not try the "ignore" approach? That's what I've done with your blogs, for example, because the posts are so boring, I could cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the language ... need some scolding here too ... vulgarity is a clear indicator of someone losing control .... don't you agree? still feel you won? .... "pissing in your pants" ???? lost me there ..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"post are so boring"&lt;/span&gt; of course they are boring .... until you need a bit of software to do something or your PC stops playing nice, then you find it quite the highlight .... actually i know you found my blog very interesting, i saw when you entered it, by ip that is ..... you also got a gift when you entered, your computer that is, not to worry it's harmless, just a cookie, it tracks and provides info on you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough on your post ... you were hurt and so lunacy prevailed .... :) relax just messing with you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable lol, someone edits my post as a prank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in very poor taste i agree)&lt;/span&gt; and i waste time trying to right a wrong .... fact is stranger than fiction ... though not as strange as some of the posts on your site .... lol, christ losen up, it's a joke! ... kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the other comments .... you are way off base .... way, way off base, a google search is a powerful thing isn't it lol, what would we do without it? and commenting on my family and me lol, you who have neither, seemingly not through self-design, you should avoid that area totally .... and then to say that i cheated on my wife lol wow, what a shot in the dark lol, that was weak .... but i understand ... the comments and posting are retaliatory, like some of my remarks in my last 'comment' on your blog ... and so not really written to make sense or truth ... but in an attempt to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret that you have decided to remove comments from your blog rather than deleting the offensive ones ... like "the one with my handle", as it is a useful source of feedback for a blog author, i trust that at some time in the future you will again turn this feature on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally to say ... once i have confirmation that you have read this message (just make a comment ... nothing dark please :) ) and you have removed the MR posts (remember you said i am not one of the 'popular people' so i really don't deserve to be on it) this blog will cease expanding and be deleted ... i see no sense in continuing the "off subject" posts and comments of no benefit to anyone .... and dragging this all over the www.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113258441070361420?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113258441070361420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113258441070361420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113258441070361420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113258441070361420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-i-must-have-twin.html' title='wow .... i must have a twin'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113255478363571286</id><published>2005-11-21T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:57:25.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaggy's Girl</title><content type='html'>This is what you wrote on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Sounds like you would be great in bed ... but just for the occasional wild time ... nothing too meaningful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I wonder if "Mom", ==== and ----- would like it if they found out you were trying to screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You think I'm uncool? Read my post about getting involved with married men. It's very uncool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;In case you're wondering, the answer is no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/strange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/strange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my response was:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ... no? no to what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"screw you"&lt;/span&gt;? sorry to disappoint you i wasn't wondering what it would be like for ME to be in bed with you (i don't cheat and i don't do disturbed). hahaha ... god forbid. i am very happily married, with a great sex life, thank god, sorry for misleading you. just the thought gave me cold shivers, not of you personally, but being in a relationship with someone that thinks the way you do....brrrrr . and just so you know "mom" and about 10 others were looking at the screen when it was typed .... notice you didn't have a problem finding my blog .... not everything is as dark and stacked as you would like to warp in to be. i typed some of the post, but as a prank a friend typed in the "sexy" part when i stepped out of the room. (and he too didn't mean it in the sense you mistakenly thought ... he just pictured some poor s.o.b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (all 12 of us) actually found your blog so "low blow" that someone passed the comment "i feel sorry for the poor guy that she gets in bed". i won't be unkind and post the other comments. the non sexy part of the post was made to prompt a response and to indicate how easy it is to be distructive rather than creative. notice what you commented on and what you avoided commenting on (on my blog), the real issue ... finally just to say that as i said before ...uncool ... you have issues ... and your response on my blog just further confirmed it. you obviously don't have a problem dishing it out, it's so easy to tear down isn't it. pity you couldn't put the intelligence you constantly boast ... to something more creative and constructive. build up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from your response and judging from your posts on this blog ... it's obvious you won't morph any time soon and that you are hardwired in your path ... so i (we) have added our two cents and now it's time to move on ... best of luck and try and enjoy the approaching festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNR (and others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. for what it's worth ... to be fair, some of your posts are quite interesting ... it's the teardown, etc that really goes against the grain. i have commented elsewhere on your site (different name) and had quite a favourable/interesting response from you ... wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the name and pic of a number of the ppl you comment on are in "public domain" many of the comments you make and some of the information that you post about these ppl are not, i am sure you will agree. as much as you have tried to hit back at me for my comments by posting links to my site etc ... you seemed to miss the fact that if i was hiding from you i wouldn't have GIVEN YOU MY IDENTITY ... hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway try and enjoy life and stop tearing others down in order to stand taller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113255478363571286?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113255478363571286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113255478363571286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113255478363571286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113255478363571286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/shaggys-girl.html' title='Shaggy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19167544.post-113420369023004333</id><published>2005-01-10T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:25:17.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCLAIMER .... inspired by shaggy's girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;this is a multilingual disclaimer, i am sure it answers any questions you may have had before you clicked on this url, and corrected any misconceptions of the purpose of this blog .... it's NOT for general viewership, just for shaggy's girl and her nomadic visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;edited the above again sounds better now ... what do u think SG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my asian friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/misschinfu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/misschinfu.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my african (north &amp; south) friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/two%20birdies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/two%20birdies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my north &amp; south american friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/grandfuck_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/grandfuck_you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my european, oceanic &amp; caribbean friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/FuckYouJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/FuckYouJ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/1600/fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7527/1891/320/fu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19167544-113420369023004333?l=shaggygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113420369023004333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19167544&amp;postID=113420369023004333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113420369023004333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19167544/posts/default/113420369023004333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaggygirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/disclaimer-inspired-by-shaggys-girl.html' title='DISCLAIMER .... inspired by shaggy&apos;s girl'/><author><name>Not Shaggy's Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
