<?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-19532511</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:50:16.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT ALL HANG OUT</title><subtitle type='html'>LET ME PUT A LITTLE BIT OF EXCITE-MENT UP IN YO LIFESTYLE!
                                                  -Luda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114293589162330311</id><published>2006-03-21T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:12:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under My Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you guys have probably noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am on a Blogging hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay on Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114293589162330311?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114293589162330311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114293589162330311&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114293589162330311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114293589162330311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/03/under-my-rock.html' title='Under My Rock'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114089339829318242</id><published>2006-02-25T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:43:41.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taste of Chicago pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you guys have missed me, as I have missed you. I have been Ms. Travel for the past two weeks. I am still not home, but I will explain that later. Here is a little exerpt from my Chiacgo trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess yall didn't know ya girl was a high roller! On Friday, the plan was for my aunt an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/roulette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/roulette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I to go to the casino for a few hours, then go to the spa for manicures and massages a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd then go out to a nice restaurant for dinner. Ok, not what happened. We got to the casino and stayed all day. I had a ball. I won a little something, which I guess is better than losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so I came out in the positive. I usually stick with slot machines, but this time I decided to try my hand at roulette. It was very fun, but not my money maker. We were in the casino so long that I ate twice, lunch and dinner, however the casino buffet was da bomb so that was cool. Saturday morning I woke up and really didn't feel well, it wasn't a hang over or anything, my guess was the crab legs and butter cooking in my stomach all night from the casino. I just was not in the mood to rush to the airport, again and was not ready to go back to work either, so I didn't. I called out two days in a row and extended my three day trip into a five day trip. So, I ended up leaving Chicago on Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114089339829318242?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114089339829318242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114089339829318242&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114089339829318242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114089339829318242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/taste-of-chicago-pt-1.html' title='The Taste of Chicago pt. 1'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114052203950014332</id><published>2006-02-21T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:12:58.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/birthday_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end of my work week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my hair washed and blown out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Chicago! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's My Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/22/80&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monetary Gifts accepted (Cash Only Black Folks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Shawn QT said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Drop it like its hooooot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Drop it like its hooooot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yall, I'm getting ready to back dat thang up, kay wang wit it, lean wit it/rock wit it, cha cha slide, tootsie roll, bankhead bounce, tango, booty shake, step in the name of love all over the place. Holla at cha' girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/Birthday.l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114052203950014332?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114052203950014332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114052203950014332&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114052203950014332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114052203950014332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-my-work-week-get-my-hair-washed.html' title=''/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114021281320610884</id><published>2006-02-17T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:03:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Dat Thang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/images.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to the club thursday night and shook my donkey! I had a blast. I also got a good workout because I was unknowingly holding my stomach in all night so when I woke up the next morning, my abs were sore (yea, ya girl was off the chain). I guess my Beyonce booty shake was too much for even me!  I tried to take a few pics for yall but it was too dark. The club was great, it was spacious, upstairs/downstairs, patio, and a couple of bars for people like me who enjoy refreshment. There were guys everywhere, nice looking, professionals. I left with two numbers and a boost to my self esteem. My last boyfriend wasn't the type of guy to give compliments, ever. So after a while, I forgot how attractive I could be to the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am wondering do guys only call initially because they want to have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114021281320610884?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114021281320610884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114021281320610884&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114021281320610884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114021281320610884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/shake-dat-thang.html' title='Shake Dat Thang!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114013020598612829</id><published>2006-02-16T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:50:06.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;For all of you who don't know who the Pussycat Dolls are the video is for you, plus I like the song. They began as burlesque group created by choreographer Robin Antin in 1993. Carmen Electra used to be the lead dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dude is nice and all, but I don't want to be in a relationship right now. I just want to have male company and have someone to talk to on the phone late at night. I had to tell him that he was coming on to strong, because it was getting to the point where I felt I couldn't stomach him. He made a comment like I wanted to see my baby last night, and I almost gagged. We have only known each other for a week. If that was me acting like that, guys would be like hell naw. So, I told him, you know, just lighten up, you are like Freddy/Jason/The Thriller Video when I was five years old all rolled up into one, SCARY AS HELL! Ok, I didn't tell him the last part, but I did tell him that he was coming on too strong. He'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Next week is my birthday yall, so you know its ON! I will be chillin in Chicago (more like freezing). February 22 is the big day. Don't' worry, I plan on posting again before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114013020598612829?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114013020598612829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114013020598612829&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114013020598612829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114013020598612829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/da-date.html' title='Da Date'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-114001006996291222</id><published>2006-02-15T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:33:13.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West &amp; Monkey Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;What it do People?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, so everyone's favorite artist Kanye West is now proclaiming that he should be included in a newer version of the Bible. (don't slap me, I'm just the messenger!) Yes, he recently did an article for playboy stating he can be like a common day griot and because of all of the changes he has created and brought to music, he should be able to be included in a new bible. I don't have the article because I don't read playboy, but I'm sure some of yall can elaborate. And yall thought he went to far when he did the cover of rolling stone with the thorn crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;On to a more personal subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I got a date, I got a date, I got a date hey, hey, hey, hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I sound excited, but it is really not that serious. He made a good point that most black women have a problem with trust and believing in their men. I find this to be true because of all the things I have encountered with relationships with men in the past. From birth to now, my relationships with men have not been consistent enough for me to have that trust and belief. Now, I feel like I have been brain washed. Its like the things that I used to want and expect from guys has changed. I feel I am desensitized or something. He is a really nice guy, but when he starts talking about romance and relationships I find myself tuning out. I'm like I have heard all this crap before, it really does suck monkeys &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nuts that I feel this way, but that is the truth. I have forgiven guys that I feel have wronged me in the past, but how can I forget. Maybe I'm just as screwed up as Kanye West. I don't think I want to be in a serious relationship right now. I just want to have hands off fun. No relationship talk, no touchy feely, your side my side, take me out, call me every once in a hoo and leave me the hell alone! Deal? Deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-114001006996291222?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/114001006996291222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=114001006996291222&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114001006996291222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/114001006996291222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/kanye-west-monkey-nuts.html' title='Kanye West &amp; Monkey Nuts'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113943212378098641</id><published>2006-02-11T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:29:12.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We have a new Beyonce yall!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is the lead singer of the group the Pussycat Dolls and they have two singles Don't Cha and Stickwitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her name is Nicole Scherzinger&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has the best outfit and best hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/p3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is always out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course sings the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/p4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*ding,ding,ding.* One new Beyonce, coming right up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now all she needs is her mama to make her outfits, learn to shake her donkey out of control, and of course lose the backup!&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at older pics of them, it seems there was a brown skinned black girl that is not there anymore. The girl that's in her place now is much lighter, and I think she is black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;McDonald's Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;McDonald's French fries contain one-third more trans fats than previously thought after the company used a new method to test for the harmful ingredient still widely used in many foods. Don't forget, the US government is requiring all packaged food labels specify the level of trans fat in the products. On Tuesday @ Italy's Winter Olympics, McDonald's kicked off a global campaign becoming the first fast food chain to put calorie, fat and sodium content on its burger wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.moneycentral.msn.com/ticker/article.asp?Feed=FT&amp;Date=20060208&amp;amp;ID=5485298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.moneycentral.msn.com/ticker/article.asp?Feed=FT&amp;Date=20060208&amp;amp;ID=5485298&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113943212378098641?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113943212378098641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113943212378098641&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113943212378098641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113943212378098641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/pussycat-dolls.html' title='Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113948655007652233</id><published>2006-02-09T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:15:25.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good the Bad and the Ugly of the Grammy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/capt.cabk10202091102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/capt.cabk10202091102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so proud of the Grammy's last night, I almost cried. Actually I did. Kanye and Jamie tore it up with my Alma Mater's Band FAMU's Marching 100. I recorded the show and watched it at 0500, which was great because I watched FAMU rock it like 20 times before I decided that was enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kanye West, Jamie Foxx, and Members of the Marching 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/John%20Legend%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/kany.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/kany.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/jk.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/jk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/famu.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah's right arm kept moving like she was having a seizure, but she hit her high notes and kept rollin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/maria.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 180%; COLOR: #cc33cc"&gt;The Bad and the Ugly was tough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I narrowed it down and came up with a tie..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jay Z with Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was mad because Encore is my fav song by Jayz, probably because of the beat and it did not sound good with Linkin Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/jz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sly and the Family Stone win for both the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bad and the Ugly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/sly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/sly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/sly2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/sly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/jos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/jos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribute surrounding Sly was fine, Ciara came out in her lil tight dress (and my girl has been working out yall), with Fantasia and my husband John Legend, Jos Stone and some others, they weren't bad. But when ol Sly came out, I thought someone had escaped from a mental institution, he looked like a real life space age pimp. I was like Hell to da Naw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113948655007652233?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113948655007652233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113948655007652233&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113948655007652233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113948655007652233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-bad-and-ugly-of-grammys.html' title='The Good the Bad and the Ugly of the Grammy&apos;s'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113928804818550620</id><published>2006-02-06T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:40:49.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GAG REFLEX IS INTACT!</title><content type='html'>What did I buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the burning question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wanna be all up in mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The things that I had my eye on were the hot/cold creams, the make you wet stuff, and like the feathers and small whips. The big toys were scary. They had little attachments that looked like animals, but instead of it being little cute bunnies, they were like cobras and devil looking things. I was thinking I don't want something that looks like that up on my privates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my cousin had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I like that type ish, if only my girl had an open mind. I would think she would w/ us being together for five yrs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies, ya betta get with it, you don't want yo man like I wish and all this stuff. If ya'll have been together for that long, you are wasting your time if its not going to lead to a lasting commitment. I say get in touch with your freaky side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The professor said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wouldn't masturbation be the fastest way to cum?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;probably, but its not fun by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want the hugs and kisses and my sweat your sweat skin to skin cuddling. Toyz don't hug back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah I forgot to tell ya'll, I didn't buy anything. (Not this time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't found your G-spot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is some evidence that the intensity of a woman's G-spot orgasm is mediated by the hormone estrogen. Most women under 30 find clitoral orgasms to be more powerful, because of their relatively high estrogen levels, their vaginal lining becomes too thick to allow direct stimulation of their G-spot nerves. As the estrogen level begins to decline in women during their 30s, the vaginal lining becomes thinner and the G-spot becomes more accessible. That's why most women feel that they begin to peak sexually in their early to mid-30s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to read more http://www.libchrist.com/sexed/Gspot.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113928804818550620?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113928804818550620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113928804818550620&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113928804818550620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113928804818550620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-gag-reflex-is-intact.html' title='MY GAG REFLEX IS INTACT!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113921283714112183</id><published>2006-02-06T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:24:48.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for the kiddies, For big boyz and girlz.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, so I went to a toy party on Saturday night, and I must say, it was very enlightening. I don't understand how people have problems in the bed room, because I now know, there are products out there that can fix just about anything, besides std's of course. (Shout out to my girl Audrey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numb you gag reflex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Relax butt muscles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make you wet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make you cold/hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make you harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make you cum faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also realized that the average white woman is more active in the bedroom than the average black woman. And, I am talking about women between the ages of 24-35. If you have a long term mate, I would suggest you be more willing to try some enhancements because there are people out there who will definitely will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is a woman's number one complaint when trying to please her man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gag Reflex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two white girls were like, "I don't have a gag reflex!" (High five girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of those toys were kinda scary, they had all these little extra gadgets and gizmos attached to them, I'm talking about stuff that would put the poor little rabbit to shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did I buy? I know ya'll wanna know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113921283714112183?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113921283714112183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113921283714112183&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113921283714112183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113921283714112183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/toyz.html' title='Toyz'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113888479459238294</id><published>2006-02-02T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:53:15.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. King, Grammy's, and Vanessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coretta Scott King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/coretta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs. King after a make over on the Oprah show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sister Nic did an awesome tribute to Coretta Scott King on her blog, you can check it out here &lt;a href="http://superstarnic23.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://superstarnic23.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I don't have the talent to put together something that good in tribute to someone like Coretta Scott King, but she will truly be missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAMU @ the Grammy's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/031002_FAMU2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twenty members of Florida A&amp;M University's Marching 100 will perform in Los Angeles during this year's Grammys. The members were chosen during auditions to perform with Kanye West and Jamie Foxx at the 48th Grammys on Feb. 8 in Los Angeles. Members of the West production crew were on campus Monday for auditions, said Shelby Chipman, assistant to Julian White, director of bands. The band will perform West's "Gold Digger" and "Touch the Sky," from his sophomore album "Late Registration." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                         `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of Vanessa Williams and her new boy toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/vanessa%20and%20boy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/vanessa%20and%20boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;You go girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's All Folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113888479459238294?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113888479459238294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113888479459238294&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113888479459238294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113888479459238294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/02/mrs-king-grammys-and-vanessa.html' title='Mrs. King, Grammy&apos;s, and Vanessa'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113835837259700165</id><published>2006-01-27T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T04:50:20.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Blue or EWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After reading everyone's comments about my delusional friend, its warms my heart to know that we all know and love crazy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on to the question at hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you Deal in a Traumatic Situation or What makes you cringe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the question asked by Rell and Nikki. I don't know. I never really thought about it until they asked. Its just natural to me. While I was waiting for the family to finish saying their goodbye's to the 2 month old beautiful baby boy, the only thing I could think about was how hungry I was. I know it seems cold, it even seems cold to me when I think about it but its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the first time my care of a patient ended in the morgue with a security guard and a funeral home driver. It is something you should be able to handle as a ICU nurse, but I didn't know how I would react until I was there. I thought I would be more emotional, because I can sometimes be a very emotional person, but I wasn't emotional at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later when I was home alone in the dark, I mourned for the baby and for the family that would truly miss him. I can sit and watch holes being drilled into someone's head, or a lifeless body being pumped back to life, or the lining of someone's gut pouring out of their anus and remember the smell, but in some strange way I deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing my chicken for dinner, I found myself breathing out of my mouth so that I wouldn't have to smell it because it smelled, looked, and felt gross to me. The skin was so slimy and stank, I could barely stand it! Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113835837259700165?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113835837259700165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113835837259700165&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113835837259700165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113835837259700165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/code-blue-or-eww.html' title='Code Blue or EWW'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113826144233195764</id><published>2006-01-26T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T04:59:09.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have this friend and its like every time I talk to her or go out with her, I'm always like WTF! She is the type of person that falls in love with every man she meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he calls her on the phone&lt;br /&gt;They meet for coffee&lt;br /&gt;A text message&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing about it is, she is not the only friend/associate that I have like this. So now I am wondering if some women just fall to hard too soon. Her latest crush is a married man who claims his divorce is supposed to be final at the end of this month, meaning January.&lt;br /&gt;She is just like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ohh, I would marry him and I want to have his baby."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm like you need to see some papers before you even start to think like that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't set yourself up for failure."&lt;br /&gt;And then she looks at me like I killed her cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, and I hope to find my dream guy one day too. I think its ok to dream, but ish that is unrealistic, I usually don't voice to other people. But, she doesn't see things as being unrealistic, she thinks her thoughts of poking holes in the condoms she bought for them to use so that she can get pregnant and have a part of him forever is ok. BTW, she is 32, by no means a little girl.  So where do you separate fantasy from reality? Is it ok to fall in love with every person you meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oprah in that Donkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I flip&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/oprah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/oprah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ped past Oprah, on Thursday, who was confronting the guy who fabricated part of his &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/oprah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memoir A Millions Little Pieces that she previously supported. Oprah raved about the book, put it on her book club list, helped make it a best seller, called Larry King Live herself to defend him when the truth started coming out, and now says she was wrong. Ok, if it was a good book, who cares. I guess she felt more of a connection to it because she thought that his being a recovering drug addict was heroic and everyone else read it because Oprah said too. I love Oprah, but she is not God she is just as human as you and I, and clearly we all make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113826144233195764?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113826144233195764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113826144233195764&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113826144233195764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113826144233195764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113816406646097092</id><published>2006-01-24T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:29:25.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday night when I get to work, the charge nurse informs me that the autopsy report came back on my patient that passed the previous night. There was evidence of abuse. The thing that is most creepy about the situation was the fact that all of the family members hugged me and expressed their thanks for my care for the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hand imprints and foot imprints for the mom and dad individually and also gave them two locks of the baby's hair. The whole time, the mom just seemed so content. She wasn't broken up at all. They would have had to call security to get me out of there if that was my baby. It was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The police came to interview her during her final visit with the baby. When she was finished with him, I asked if she wanted to come say goodbye one more time and she said "no I'm done." I told her the rest of the family was in the waiting room and she said ok and thanks again and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think? I think mom is the culprit. While the baby was still in the emergency department on Saturday night, someone overheard the baby's father's mom say "I'm gonna kill that B*tch!" That signals a woman. But, it could have been any of them. Even dad, who didn't come to the hospital on saturday but was at home when the baby stopped breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my most hectic weekend as a nurse. For some reason, they have decided to put me with the traumas, which are the most critical patients coming into our unit. The first night was fine, the second fine, the third I'm like OMG. It was a drama filled weekend and I am glad its over. Now, I can rest a recuperate for the next one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113816406646097092?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113816406646097092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113816406646097092&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113816406646097092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113816406646097092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-place.html' title='A Better Place'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113792125292653573</id><published>2006-01-22T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:50:25.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for the Squeamish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/baby%20instructions.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/baby%20instructions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, I was at work in the unit. And instead of me coming in and taking over one or two patients that are already in the unit, I am instead waiting on a trauma that is in the ER. It's 7pm and I don't have an assignment=Sweet! So I am walking around helping the other nurses that I like and ignoring the ones I don't when I find out that my trauma is being sent to the floor. ok. I am really chillin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about an hour later, I hear that I am getting a kid who arrested at home (stopped breathing). Then, the code blue announcement rings out over the pa system. My charge nurse tells me to go to the ER and stand on the wall to watch, so I did. Needless to say, when I got down there, I was able to do compressions on the baby. Which basically means I compress his chest with my thumbs to make his heart beat and make blood circulate through the body because his heart wasn't beating on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound cruel or gross to some, but it saves lives every day. This is not th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e first code situation I have been in. I have seen cardiopulmonary resuscitation bring kids back and I have seen it have no affect, but this was the first time that my hands actually helped save a life, if only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that there is a happy ending to this story. But, the next day, he passed. Four days shy of his being 3 mos old. The question still remains, what caused him to arrest is the first place? Well, that is a matter left up to the Dekalb County Police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113792125292653573?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113792125292653573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113792125292653573&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113792125292653573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113792125292653573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-for-squeamish.html' title='Not for the Squeamish'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113779083900973142</id><published>2006-01-20T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:09:58.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pd7KUueqOQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pd7KUueqOQ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This has been a pretty uneventful week. Nothing to good or bad happened, which equals a good week. I have been off work since monday, I don't have a boyfriend to get on my nerves, and the family is all good. This is going to be my theme song for the rest of the weekend, or at least until I hear something I like better. This video contains all of my baby's daddies, except for Biggie(RIP), Fat Joe and Jazzy Pha, sorry not my type. Nelly, Jagged Edge, Usher, Puffy and Pharell and all invited to my pajama jammy jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113779083900973142?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113779083900973142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113779083900973142&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113779083900973142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113779083900973142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/nasty-girl.html' title='Nasty Girl!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113746516022655635</id><published>2006-01-16T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:20:16.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what is going on now? I don't think many people have thought about hurricane Katrina now that we don't see people out in the streets without food, water, and a place to live. So yippee! Everyone finally got evacuated and put in shelters and now have new homes and jobs and will live happily ever after right? Well what about the homes they lived in before this disaster hit. Will they just be able to sell their property to the city and get an even break. Not for most.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In speaking with a co-worker who is also from New Orleans, he was saying how in the lower ninth ward, which is the area that sustained most of the damage, people's homes are being taken away from them. What you had before is no longer there. After his family's visit back this past September, he says the pictures that are shown on tv do not compare to what it really looks like and also the smell is unbelievable. The powers that be want to turn New Orleans into a big tourist spot. But, what if I want to go back after all of the trash and oil has been removed and rebuild my house were I lived before. Oh well, city leaders are literally taking people's property and maybe giving them what they want to give them for it, which of course is not what the properties were originally worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, some of the victims of this disaster are trying to fight back. They are filing lawsuits against city government, insurers, management of the failed levees and nursing homes. Types of lawsuits include wrongful death, oil spills, flood damage, and eroded wetlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;These lawsuits are filed in courthouses that have just recently reopened, and are backed up from trials that weren't held in the fall, and have a shortage of jurors. Will there ever be a resolution for people who spent their whole lives or maybe a few years or whatever the case may be in a city that is now in turmoil? We will build a bigger and better New Orleans says everyone's favorite president. I guess by just stealing people's homes and businesses and putting whatever he wants there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/images6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This post focuses on New Orleans, the city in which I was born, partially raised, and have come to love so much, however, this injustice encompasses most of the south that was struck and devastated by the hurricane. I just wanted yall to know that while the national news is focusing on who is going to come in and rebuild. The real problem is that people still have not gotten settlements from properties lost/etc., but the rebuilding process is going to take place over old neighborhoods and businesses with or without the owner's say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info and current news visit: &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-01-15-katrina-suits_x.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-01-15-katrina-suits_x.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113746516022655635?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113746516022655635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113746516022655635&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113746516022655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113746516022655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-hurricane-katrina.html' title='After Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113729792733078704</id><published>2006-01-14T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:44:24.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Out Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/ein%20Monkey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/ein%20Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; the talk.&lt;br /&gt;And....... it sucked monkey's nuts!&lt;br /&gt;I was totally a punk, instead of me being like&lt;br /&gt;"you shon, I'm out, yah heard!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I think I need some space."&lt;br /&gt;He was like&lt;br /&gt;"if that's how you feel."&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? Not! And for the past couple of days, he has been all lets talk about how bad you suck in a relationship, so of course I had to tell him how bad he sucked. We were sharing everything we should have been sharing with each other the whole time. But, it wasn't like an argument, he just wanted to talk about his feelings. (great timing!) He called and we had a 45 minute convo during my precious nap time before I go to work from 7p-7a. I wanted to be like whatever man, but he keep talking and he never talks about us like that, so I guess I was intrigued enough to listen. Initially, I wanted to be mad and not talk to him ever again because I thought he was going to say something mean, but he didn't. So I guess now we have to be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/last%20holiday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to see L&lt;strong&gt;ast Holiday&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend and took a baby holiday! i'm not saying the movie wasn't good, but I was bored for like the first 30 minutes. My girlfriend totally had to wake me up! I was sitting there like, ok get to the good part and then I could hear myself breathing... and then my head bobbed forward,.... and back onto the head rest. I figure I just looked really comfy. I then looked over at my girlfriend and her eyes were focused on the screen. So I put my head back again and the next thing I know she was tapping me like "girl is that you snoring?" However, in the movie's defense, I was tired and had not taken my daily nap before or after my shopping fiasco so maybe that was the problem. It started off kind of slow with Latifah and LL as department store workers who secretly had crushes on one another and were too nerdy to ask the other out. But, it did eventually pick up. So, don't boycott the movie people! I think it is worth seeing if for nothing else than to see LL lickin all ova his lips! My sister "fruity" and her husband also saw it and they both said it was good and worth spending your money on, so check it out. Also for you mother's and father's, it is kid friendly, no nudity or too much foul language.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/400/ll%20cool%20j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113729792733078704?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113729792733078704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113729792733078704&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113729792733078704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113729792733078704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-out-son.html' title='I&apos;m Out Son!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113716145110869168</id><published>2006-01-13T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:44:49.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/Erykah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/Erykah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, that is Erykah Badu, one of my most favorite artist, sitting on my porch singing bag lady. How cool is she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As of right now, I still haven't unloaded the luggage, or should I say extra baggage, but it will be done before the weekend is over. You guys probably think I am trying to hold out for Valentine's Day, but I really do hate that day. It always sucks, boyfriend or not. I swear, just writing all that junk and having to reading back to myself told me what I have known for the past few months. Although I do appreciate the compliment Curious1, there aren't guys lined up outside my door, especially in a city like Atlanta. Most of the guys don't like women, or they look like or want to be thugs, or they don't meet the minimum qualifications, most don't get past the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, moving on to bigger and better things. My birthday is coming up and I want to have a memorable birthday this year. Since you guys are so great at giving advice, I was wondering if you had any suggestions on where or what I should do for my birthday this year. I normally don't make a fuss over my birthday, but since I was unable to get out of Atlanta for Christmas and New Year's in 05, I am ready to roll out now! I have been here for about three years and it is not all its cracked up to be. It just seems that the gay and lesbian population have more fun here, or it could just be me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I'm about to go to Stonecrest Mall to pick up a few things, including a chocolate chip double doozie (two regular sized cookies with icing in the middle, which is probably equivalent to 2 million calories).  A good shopping trip always does the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW..I just heard on CNN that there is a tomato shortage at Wendy's and they will no longer be putting them on your hamburger unless you ask. Just thought you guys should know in case you plan on stopping by Wendy's in the near future. I personally like lettuce, tomato and extra pickle on my hamburgers, but I haven't eaten at Wendy's in a long time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113716145110869168?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113716145110869168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113716145110869168&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113716145110869168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113716145110869168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-assignment.html' title='Weekend Assignment'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113704386283512162</id><published>2006-01-12T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:31:02.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok people, I need some relationship advice for a friend of mine. She has been trying to break up with her boyfriend for the past several months, but has been allowing the relationship to go on to see if things would change. She thought that sometimes she was too emotional and over reacted so maybe it was her or the season or whatever. Well now she is finally ready to give him the boot, her size seven pink spiked heel ones! So today on the phone he starts going on and on about how he has been having a bad week, which seems like it could be a bad time to tell someone that you don't want to see them anymore, or is it? I, oh I mean she, was on the phone totally not feeling anything he had to say and not really caring about how he is mad that his dad has been paying his car note for the past four months, and so was he and if he would have known that, he could have taken the money and did other stuff like go visit his friends. What did they do for Christmas and New Year's, .(yeah that's a blank space.) BTW, this is a long distance relationship so there was no mention of him spending his potential extra money on seeing her. She has a list of sixteen things that was made during a period of soul searching that she feels a great mate should possess. Of the 16, he has four of the qualities. This really sucks, and the more I type the more I realize I am not as crazy as I thought. But is my list too extensive? Its just 16 things darnit! Maybe I will post my list to see what you guys think. I'm not the type of person that wants to be someone's girlfriend for ten years while I fight with them to get serious about us. I shouldn't have to convince you, either it is or it isn't. And really, it isn't for me. I don't like this, I don't like breakups. Luckily, I caught an episode of Maritn with Shananay on it and an episode of South Park immediately after, so I guess I will be alright. He is not a bad person, but he has an attitude like his momma, which is not good, and he is not family oriented, which is something that is important to me. A few stats, we will have been dating a year in Feb, and long distance since Aug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113704386283512162?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113704386283512162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113704386283512162&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113704386283512162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113704386283512162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-blog_12.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113679818794173936</id><published>2006-01-09T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:55:45.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, YES, YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/200/ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, we are back on Jamie Foxx again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yall know yall love him. Ok, the reason why we are going down this road again is because I just saw the film Ray. "No Ike, please don't hit me again, said Tina." Yes, I just saw it, and ya know it was really good. Ray treated his mistresses like a business, that's some true pimpin! Not that I condone pimpin or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I especially loved the end when his little brother and mom came to talk to him while he was in rehab. For once, I agree with the critics. Definitely Oscar worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my way through the weekend and survived yet again. One thing that gets me is when I set up a nice clean work area with a comfy chair for myself, and someone comes and claims the area for themselves as soon as I get up to do something. Or why do white people always have to know what you are doing? What you like? What you are looking at? I'm all, leave me alone, as long as my patient is breathing, that's all you need to worry about. Don't worry, I will totally be over this little rant on Wednesday after I am not sleep deprived anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113679818794173936?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113679818794173936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113679818794173936&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113679818794173936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113679818794173936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES, YES, YES!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113655015555754503</id><published>2006-01-06T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T07:22:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Insecure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Insecure=not self confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;(So says the dictionary on my bookshelf. Yeas, I actually have books on my bookshelf, all of which I have read, its not just for decoration).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, after my night of bloggin, I am feeling a little insecure. ( Yes me, miss cutie herself, I know you all are thinking, what does she have to be insecure about I mean she has it all! sike. lol). But really, I have been feeling this way since my entrance into blog land and it may be because of my sexual persuasion. To top it all off, I was slightly pissed about something I read on someone else's blog. I feel that we as black people should if not love, at least like each other. There is so much racism aimed at us, the least we can do is be good to each other. I have never looked at a black man and thought, hell to da naw gurl he is too black! WTF is too black. We joke about dark skinned guys being in now, but dark skinned sistas have never been in. I guess I am ultra sensitive today, maybe I have been up too long. We have all these beautiful complexions and instead of it being celebrated by us, we just separate ourselves from the shades that are not as good as our shade. I thought black was supposed to be beautiful. Let me stop. Yall got me going tonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;On to bigger and better things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;oops, sidebar, my mind went way in the gutta on that one. ( gurl stop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/passions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So who has been watching passions? This new year it has been off the chain. Alistair planned this big new year's eve party after the murder announcement in the paper to be held at the Crane estate. At the party, his plan was to call every body out and tell their secrets while also finding out who put the ad in the paper. Anyway, someone stabbed his azz in the back and Eve's dumb azz made some defibrilator equipment like she macgiver or something and saved him. Meanwhile, everyone is just standing around looking stupid hoping he dies so he won't tell their secrets. Someone needs to take one for the team and stab him again right there in front of everyone and make sure he is dead this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113655015555754503?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113655015555754503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113655015555754503&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113655015555754503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113655015555754503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-insecure.html' title='Feeling Insecure?'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113636503851007008</id><published>2006-01-04T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:57:18.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/image_2111004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Families celebrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure by now you have heard about the miners in West Virginia. Well if you haven't, 12 miners were trapped in a mine and when authorities reached them, an announcement was made by the governor that all were alive and well. However, all are dead except for one. Of course, the families and friends of these individuals were furious.&lt;br /&gt;So while watching this news story in a public venue that I will not disclose, someone walked in on the tail end of the story and asked what was going on. When the situation was explained to her, she said, :&lt;em&gt; oh my god, how horrible&lt;/em&gt;. Her next comment was "&lt;em&gt;well that's why you should go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to college&lt;/em&gt;," in a whimsical voice. I was personally offended. Like, oh you didn't go to college so who cares how you die, or you are poor so who cares if you don't have any food, water, or roof over your head after a hurricane. What do you think, how does it make you feel, is the woman right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="71" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/miner.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Governor after the truth is discovered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113636503851007008?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113636503851007008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113636503851007008&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113636503851007008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113636503851007008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/families-celebratingim-sure-by-now-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113584896109817212</id><published>2006-01-03T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T05:19:55.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Resolutions, or things that I am throwing out besides the usual, &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike most of you, I have no juicy details to spill because I am in a semi-long distance relationship (for the time being). Sometimes I think about my day and fall asleep, that's how exciting what I do on a daily is. That's one of the reasons I luv blogging. Every one is so colorful and has so much to talk about. Yes, eat it up because I'm not always so positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what, work wouldn't be bad if I didn't work with a should I say, few Beotches! Where do they come from? Who raised them? It's not like I am some wicked person who hates every body (but don't cross me!), however, these are people that every one hates. The type of people that invite themselves to see what you are doing and then tell you how you are doing it wrong and how you should do it their way, and then their way doesn't work. Hoe Sit Down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also currently work with a couple of my old class mates. These are people whom I did not socialize with in school and now when we see each other at work its like, "hey" (sounding real bored like). I am cool with not speaking at all personally. We just didn't have much in common other than the school thing and now its the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/sq_jamiefoxx_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/sq_jamiefoxx_getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about that Jamie Foxx, I had to throw him in because I love his new song, Unpredictable. But, I don't care how sexy he tries to look, he is just not sexy to me. I think he is attractive and he can sing but not sexy. I think I will always see him as Jamie on the Jamie Foxx show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I don't do those extremely long posts, I tend to tune out when I read them, so I don't do others that way. TTFN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/sq_jamiefoxx_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113584896109817212?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113584896109817212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113584896109817212&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113584896109817212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113584896109817212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113609396406328419</id><published>2006-01-01T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:39:24.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/super.singapore.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/super.singapore.ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/super.japan.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/super.japan.ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/01.01.australia.ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year from around the World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113609396406328419?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113609396406328419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113609396406328419&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113609396406328419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113609396406328419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2006/01/singapore-japan-australia-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113594820095457679</id><published>2005-12-30T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T08:27:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rock and Roll BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OK ..&lt;br /&gt;I was minding my business this morning, looking all sexy in bed with my rollers and scarf because I just got my hair blown out yesterday for the weekend and I didn't go anywhere last night so I gotta keep it tight. (Hate if you wanna) I decide to see what is going on in the world so I turn on the news and here are some of the things that catch my attention.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/Brown2James.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, people still want to see James Brown in concert! That's right, Are you ready for James Brown, Harry Connick Jr., Brooks and Dunn, John Mayer Trio, Barenaked Ladies, etc. I don't know about you, but I am crunk! Yes folks, Anderson Cooper will be hosting a rockin new year's eve from times Square. I like Anderson as a newscaster, especially during the hurricane Katrina coverage, but as host of a new year's eve party? I think not! I'd rather watch my tv on off all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, another cross dressing athlete! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I gotta proble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/jeromebanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/jeromebanner.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;m with it! Clin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/rodman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/rodman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ton Portis who is this dude? I am not a big football fan, and if I was, I wouldn't be a fan of the Redskin's, but this guy is clearly making a name for himself and for his team and the white folks are loving it. He could be compared to the Dennis Rodman of Football except he doesn't clearly dress as a woman in public, yet. Now Dennis Rodman, his stuff was tight. He always had his hair and makeup done. But Portis, I don't like his outfits. They pretty much consist of a wig and some glasses. Come on! Where is the glits and glam, put on some mac for god's sake. He looks like a little boy wearing grandma's church wigs. I love expression of one's self, but his outfits are lame. The winner here is clear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113594820095457679?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113594820095457679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113594820095457679&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113594820095457679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113594820095457679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-rock-and-roll-baby.html' title='Let&apos;s Rock and Roll BABY!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113559184975316048</id><published>2005-12-26T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:53:51.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so over Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Faalalalalalalala.................She pulls out the eggs and takes aim at the carolers, as they scramble to get away through the snow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Christmas is over, and because I had to work eve and night I am pleased. I did have a lot of Christmas cheer from my sisters = we cooked,ate, exchanged gifts from under my fabulously decorated tree and did the whole bonding thing that we do, but other than that, those Fockers making me work was not cool. Any who, I am over dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are always new things with a new year, some good and some suck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;monkey's nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/ein%20Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Either way, why not pick up a new saying and try it on your mom, dad, coworker, friend, sibling, or significant other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What it is Pimp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/pimp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wat Up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What it Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Smile fa me Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you have any other suggestions, let me know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113559184975316048?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113559184975316048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113559184975316048&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113559184975316048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113559184975316048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-over-christmas.html' title='I am so over Christmas!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113522513969654925</id><published>2005-12-21T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:40:11.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAVO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Project&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;RunAway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't Black people on tv have perm's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, no offense to my al' natural sista's who keep their hair tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but they put these girls on who have no idea about how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;style their &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;natural hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and they look like a dam mess on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a problem wit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Commercial during Project Runaway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a true match make up commercial w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hen heh weave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;neva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; match!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auf Wiedersen.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Being_Bobby_Brown/Videos/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Being Bobby Brown-Whata waste of talent:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;but so so fun to watch!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Being_Bobby_Brown/"&gt;http://www.bravotv.com/Being_Bobby_Brown/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's wrong wit Whitney's wig!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whomeva told Bobby Christinia to get her hair done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;God Bless Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Was Bobby&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; high&lt;/span&gt; the whole show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or just everytime they showed him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it just me, or does Whitney's family want no part of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Poor Dog:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Santa is REAL kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113522513969654925?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113522513969654925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113522513969654925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113522513969654925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113522513969654925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/bravo.html' title='BRAVO!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113508911990147434</id><published>2005-12-20T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:17:03.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I work weekends, so &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivenbyboredom.com/gallery/23/display.php?x=177" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="73" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/party.jpg" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the &lt;strong&gt;WEEKEND BABY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivenbyboredom.com/gallery/23/display.php?x=177" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hidden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that you knew you&lt;br /&gt;weren't supposed to have,&lt;br /&gt;In your own &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from somebody that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; live there?&lt;br /&gt;For real&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bottle&lt;/span&gt; of something nice under my sink&lt;br /&gt;that I was intentionally hidding from my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend. I keep it under there&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;emergencies&lt;/span&gt;, you know kinda&lt;br /&gt;like band aides.&lt;br /&gt;So when the end of the week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;came and my emergency supply of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supa&lt;/strong&gt;cajfragalisticespyalidsous &lt;/span&gt;was not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;something but can I really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;confront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him when I was the one who started the deceit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113508911990147434?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113508911990147434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113508911990147434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113508911990147434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113508911990147434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-work-weekends-so-tuesday-is-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113479387068832860</id><published>2005-12-16T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:49:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you tell someone who is constantly &lt;em&gt;fuggin &lt;/em&gt;up that they are the problem and not every one else? I have a co-worker who gets in trouble every week, then calls me to vent about how people are tryin to put her down. I'm all &lt;strong&gt;pe-lease&lt;/strong&gt;, although I do &lt;strong&gt;LOVVE&lt;/strong&gt; the drama, yours is whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113479387068832860?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113479387068832860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113479387068832860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113479387068832860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113479387068832860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/question.html' title='Question?'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113363597153614108</id><published>2005-12-03T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:50:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it all Hang OuT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so. I say for the rest of the year (or at least until I come up with something more fun and exciting) lets be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Say whatever it is you need to say to that person going 2mph in and 20mph zone, or to that co-worker who keeps staring at you and never says anything. Say what ever you need to say to your friends, your lovers, or your sisters and brothers. Let it all hang OuT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113363597153614108?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113363597153614108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113363597153614108&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113363597153614108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113363597153614108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-it-all-hang-out.html' title='Let it all Hang OuT!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532511.post-113357749085581656</id><published>2005-12-02T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:50:55.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say yet....Speechless I guess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/1600/Speechless2003-05-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2068/1935/320/Speechless2003-05-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted my picture to show up when I posted on my sister's site. but we'll see what i can do with the new found focus of expression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19532511-113357749085581656?l=theaccomplice16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/feeds/113357749085581656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19532511&amp;postID=113357749085581656&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113357749085581656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19532511/posts/default/113357749085581656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaccomplice16.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-to-say-yetspeechless-i-guess.html' title='Nothing to say yet....Speechless I guess!'/><author><name>Accomplice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02935402431044931142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~superstar_nic/2005/rest_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
