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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8184165943850577281?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8184165943850577281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8184165943850577281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8184165943850577281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahhhhhhh.html' title='blahhhhhhh'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1016432218235970926</id><published>2009-11-05T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:01:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>purefuckery.</title><content type='html'>donovan: bow bow&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: bow.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: what u doin&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: watching house of payne.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: im bored&lt;br /&gt;donovan: u can call foo&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: you can call.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: im always callin you.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: no u dont&lt;br /&gt;donovan: call me foo&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: nah.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: i called you the last time.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: you can call me.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: trey songs on chat with waka right now&lt;br /&gt;donovan: wanna join&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: naw tinychay&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: nah, ion have the internet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: you gone call?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: hurry den&lt;br /&gt;donovan: ass&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: hurry what?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: call fool&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: im not callin you.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: you wanna talk, dial my number.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: noo u call i dont have outgoing goin&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: i dont even believe you.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: who the fuck gets a cell phone with no outgoin.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: you lyin to the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: ole i wanna stunt for tiny chat looking ass nigga.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: "the girls stay callin me" ass nigga.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: fuck outta here.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: lool&lt;br /&gt;donovan: i did so hush&lt;br /&gt;donovan: loool&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: so what the hell happened to it?&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: tmobile dont cut off outgoin unless ya shit is cut off &amp; if it was you wouldnt be on aim on ya cellie.&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: sooo, you wanna lie again? or dial my number?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: come on foo&lt;br /&gt;donovan: just call&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: why?&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: whats the reason you cant call me?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: no outgoing fool&lt;br /&gt;boujiee: :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1016432218235970926?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1016432218235970926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/purefuckery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1016432218235970926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1016432218235970926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/purefuckery.html' title='purefuckery.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5285656431624041323</id><published>2009-11-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:56:47.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>same ole, same ole.</title><content type='html'>basically, shits been redundant for a while. hopefully rodney comes next friday. cause im lonely as all hell, well not literally but mentally &amp; emotionally for reasons only he knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today he really, really pissed me off. idk what did it but i went from happy to &lt;b&gt;DIE NIGGA DIE&lt;/b&gt; in like 40 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what extremities would you go to for someone you love? cause lord knows i really caved on this decision because of him &amp; solely because i love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been feeling shitty as fuck lately like crampin, heavy ass menstral cramps &amp; sharp ass back pains &amp; shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i been eating lately are cheeseburgers wings &amp; jalepenos. btw&lt;br /&gt;fiji water is the fuckin best! like an orgasm in my mouth. i swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy as hell soo, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;3&amp;fiercee&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5285656431624041323?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5285656431624041323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-ole-same-ole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5285656431624041323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5285656431624041323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-ole-same-ole.html' title='same ole, same ole.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-9075856403358215202</id><published>2009-11-03T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:11:14.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B O O T S !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/effg5x.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freakin &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; these boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-9075856403358215202?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/effg5x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7637510246189712206</id><published>2009-11-01T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:26:20.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rofl.</title><content type='html'>i couldnt help but laugh while i was talking to rodney, i lied to him &amp; said i was laughing at something else but his tone of voice tripped me the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved it when he said "no this conversation is over, you will call me back when you're by yourself &amp; can give me your undivided attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even thoe i was lowkey being an asshole i didnt expect him to flip like that. man, i fuckin love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7637510246189712206?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7637510246189712206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/rofl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7637510246189712206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7637510246189712206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/11/rofl.html' title='rofl.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8976685704187635912</id><published>2009-10-31T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:55:03.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>im sleepin all fuckin day, im tired &amp; i miss my boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will is a dumb bitch so fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;this nigga erik is hella thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant niggas realize i only want him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be safe thoe.&lt;br /&gt;try to be original with ya costumes please. thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8976685704187635912?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8976685704187635912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8976685704187635912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8976685704187635912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1249082650311055216</id><published>2009-10-30T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:30:21.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sketches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww337/illadigital/1137481250487624.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB = mickeyb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1249082650311055216?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1249082650311055216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8747838610666292110</id><published>2009-10-29T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:38:30.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sketch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s733.photobucket.com/albums/ww337/illadigital/1137481247441725.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8747838610666292110?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8747838610666292110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sketch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8747838610666292110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8747838610666292110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sketch.html' title='sketch.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-9065557133546100133</id><published>2009-10-28T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:26:34.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ehh</title><content type='html'>today was blah chilled with my baby sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-9065557133546100133?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/9065557133546100133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/ehh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9065557133546100133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9065557133546100133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/ehh.html' title='ehh'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1693596982321543861</id><published>2009-10-27T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:49:45.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my godbaby &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/13zb8y0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alyssa saniyah denise snowden&lt;br /&gt;10.27.09 4pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1693596982321543861?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/13zb8y0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3370741706368744220</id><published>2009-10-26T05:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:36:58.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>contacts.</title><content type='html'>i still havent gotten mine back, tf. im upset &amp; i tried three times. feb 14 im switching to at&amp;t. i cant take it, i only have 100 contacts i need the other 231.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smh. shit is blowing me.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of askin "who is this" when people text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3370741706368744220?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3370741706368744220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/contacts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3370741706368744220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3370741706368744220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/contacts.html' title='contacts.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5744452424872029870</id><published>2009-10-25T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:07:13.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idk</title><content type='html'>saturday was my chill day with moms dukes, we went to breakfast and talked about shit, generally a good convo until she asked if i had sex with rodney. i mean you're not gonna not fuck after sitting on a cold ass bus for 10 hrs. feel me? she asked if we used protection, i lied and said yeah cause i woulda never heard the end of it had i said no. she'll be iite thoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately my tits been hurtin &amp; i've been tired but i cant eat all last weekend everything tasted awful as fuck so i skipped eating. i'm used to sleeping butterball nekkid with the heat on 80, now i gotta turn the shit down cause i'll wake up &amp; be burning the fuck up. "/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want some dick &amp; some hot wings with fries.&lt;br /&gt;atomic would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5744452424872029870?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5744452424872029870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5744452424872029870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5744452424872029870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk.html' title='idk'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1770290547219820003</id><published>2009-10-24T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:10:40.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>today is my little sisters baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;3&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1770290547219820003?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1770290547219820003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1770290547219820003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1770290547219820003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3838581833289004133</id><published>2009-10-23T06:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:29:53.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freeway x thecalmbeforethestorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/6740720419c32a1f/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/freeway-thecalmbeforethestorm-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intro &lt;br /&gt;2. When I Rap &lt;br /&gt;3. Spray Things &lt;br /&gt;4. Check Check &lt;br /&gt;5. Bread n Butter &lt;br /&gt;6. All The Cities &lt;br /&gt;7. Get The Doe &lt;br /&gt;8. Obama For A Day &lt;br /&gt;9. Attitude &lt;br /&gt;10. Same Gang &lt;br /&gt;11. To Philly &lt;br /&gt;12. For The Money &lt;br /&gt;13. Grindin &lt;br /&gt;14. Let's Get It On 2009 &lt;br /&gt;15. Old To The New &lt;br /&gt;16. Made Nigga &lt;br /&gt;17. Handle The Whole Weight &lt;br /&gt;18. Outro &lt;br /&gt;19. So Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click cover to download.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3838581833289004133?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3838581833289004133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/freeway-x-thecalmbeforethestorm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3838581833289004133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3838581833289004133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/freeway-x-thecalmbeforethestorm.html' title='freeway x thecalmbeforethestorm'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3197407584984864696</id><published>2009-10-22T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:38:58.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/i5rcwx.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3197407584984864696?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3197407584984864696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3197407584984864696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3197407584984864696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6688072340717861554</id><published>2009-10-20T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:38:00.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how to tell if he really loves you</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was talking to my friend about her relationship problems, she said "how do you know, like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; know when a nigga loves you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started bringing up all these quizzes &amp; signs and some other bullshit. so i went on google and typed in her question to see the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; he is trying to be friendly with your friends and is making an effort to know more about you on the excuse that his friend wants to know about you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; if he is busy chitchatting with his friends, but on your arrival at the spot, if he suddenly turns silent, then girly understand what's the indication.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; while standing at a distance, he passes you a smile but when you are near, he doesn't look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; he looks at you at frequent intervals, but when you look back, he takes his eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; if his behavior changes when you are around, then surely he is in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; if he takes note of almost everything you say, that itself shows what you mean to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; he looks up straight into your eyes and while he is talking to you, there is a shine in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; he is good to all but the way he treats you, there is something special about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; if he complements you by saying that you smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; if you notice his friends staring at you, that means he talks about you with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that sounds like some bullshit kiddy crush, number nine blew me. "&lt;i&gt;if he complements you by saying that you smell good.&lt;/i&gt;" im guessing its safe to assume every man that says you smell good is now inlove with you. &amp; ten if his friends stare at you he couldve said this bitch is a jump off not oooh i love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always say "DONT ASK QUESTIONS YOU DONT ALEADY KNOW THE ANSWER TO OR YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO" pertaining to situations like this. you'll psych yaself out &amp; one of two things will happen you'll be dissappointed or you'll reconfirm what you already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the best way to find out if he loves you is to simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;ASK HIM&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save yaself the surveys and heartache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6688072340717861554?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6688072340717861554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-tell-if-he-really-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6688072340717861554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6688072340717861554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-tell-if-he-really-loves-you.html' title='how to tell if he really loves you'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2450437907416083011</id><published>2009-10-19T04:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:46:16.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;katrice&lt;/b&gt;: congrats, I know you must be excited about the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mickey&lt;/u&gt;: excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;katrice&lt;/b&gt;: I thought you was pregnant that's why I said congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mickey&lt;/u&gt;: i never said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pissed me the hell off, mainly because it was posted directly on twitter. what if i didnt want anyone to know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMMFH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i randomly start spotting. which is odd for me when i normally get my period its not light, specially the first day. i was thinkin to just wait it out but, angie told me i should see a doctor. so today im takin myself to the emergency room, i dont have time to explain to moms dukes that i may or may not be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading all these articles is maddening, they are no real help all they say is &lt;b&gt;M I S C A R R I A G E&lt;/b&gt; like the fuck, what if thats not what it is? &lt;i&gt;ughhh&lt;/i&gt; plus i definitely need to know exactly whats goin on so i know whether or not i need to include rodney. i dont wanna worry him when its not necassary. yenno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im tired now, toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw papers by usher sucks ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2450437907416083011?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2450437907416083011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2450437907416083011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2450437907416083011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6798053893649510760</id><published>2009-10-18T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:01:51.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chris brown x transformer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mechanicaldummy.com/images/stories/Transform-Ya%20Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6798053893649510760?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6798053893649510760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/chris-brown-x-transformer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6798053893649510760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6798053893649510760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/chris-brown-x-transformer.html' title='chris brown x transformer'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1574396429037059395</id><published>2009-10-17T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:44:05.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#beatcancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://southerngent.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/beat-breast-cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww5.komen.org/Global/OurGlobalReach.html"&gt;join the movement&lt;/a&gt; | 1 877 GO KOMEN | 1-877-465-6636 | &lt;a href="http://ww5.komen.org/getinvolved/getinvolved.html"&gt;get involved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is breast cancer ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast cancer is a type of cancer where cells in the breast divide and grow without normal control. About 85 percent of breast cancers begin in the  mammary ducts . However, some tumors can be aggressive, and grow much more rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is important to understand the difference between invasive cancer and ductal carcinoma in situ (kar-sin-O-ma in SY-too). These are discussed below and you can find more in the  Diagnosis  and Treatment  sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Invasive Breast Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Invasive breast cancer occurs when abnormal cells from inside the lobules or ducts break out into nearby breast tissue. This allows the cancer cells to spread to the lymph nodes and, in advanced stages, to organs like the liver, lungs and bones in a process called metastasis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Breast cancer may grow from a tiny tumor to a larger one, later traveling to nearby lymph nodes, then distant ones. Finally, it may spread in other parts of the body. Cancer cells can also travel from the breast through the blood and  lymphatic system  early in the process when the tumor is small [ 4 ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ductal Carcinoma in Situ (DCIS, non-invasive breast cancer)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When abnormal cells grow inside the milk ducts, but have not spread to nearby tissue or beyond, the condition is called  ductal carcinoma in situ  (DCIS). The term "in situ" means "in place". With DCIS, the abnormal cells are still "in place" inside the ducts. DCIS is a non-invasive breast cancer (you may also hear the term “pre-invasive breast carcinoma”). Although the abnormal cells have not spread to tissues outside the ducts, they can develop into invasive cancer. For more on DCIS and risk of invasive breast cancer, visit the  Risk Factors section. For treatment information, visit  Ductal Carcinoma in Situ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men and women can get breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://ww5.komen.org/"&gt;komen.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1574396429037059395?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1574396429037059395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/beatcancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1574396429037059395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1574396429037059395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/beatcancer.html' title='#beatcancer'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4918080327085631156</id><published>2009-10-16T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:21:07.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the monster ball tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/up-gagaLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4918080327085631156?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4918080327085631156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-ball-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4918080327085631156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4918080327085631156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-ball-tour.html' title='the monster ball tour'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4507310854634588620</id><published>2009-10-15T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:03:33.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/6u9o66b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ”I ain’t the hottest nigga out &lt;br /&gt;Got that fire though &lt;br /&gt;You gonna have to put your hottest nigga out.” &lt;br /&gt;-Lupe Fiasco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4507310854634588620?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/6u9o66b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8610136788984184991</id><published>2009-10-14T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:19:37.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>just a snippet of the convo i had w. hb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hb: so like....&lt;br /&gt;mickey: like....&lt;br /&gt;hb: i was on that ratchet shit called crushspot&lt;br /&gt;hb: and i was peepin ur shit&lt;br /&gt;mickey: right, right.&lt;br /&gt;hb: and then i seen like.....i couldnt comment&lt;br /&gt;hb: so as i made my way to snoopin your lil social links&lt;br /&gt;hb: i had seen like...&lt;br /&gt;hb: u was from ohio&lt;br /&gt;hb: and then i said well damn this ho deserves a cookie&lt;br /&gt;hb: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8610136788984184991?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8610136788984184991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8610136788984184991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8610136788984184991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7420131434332239838</id><published>2009-10-13T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:04:48.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE NOT LOSERS</title><content type='html'>we're LASERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hiphop-n-more.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/lupe-fiasco-lasers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EVERY MAN, WOMAN &amp; CHILD WE WANT AN END TO THE GLAMORIZATION OF NEGATIVITY IN THE MEDIA | WE WANT AN END TO THE STATUS SYMBOLS DICTATING OUR WORTH AS INDIVIDUALS | WE WANT A MEANINGFUL AND UNIVERSAL EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM | WE WANT SUBSTANCE IN PLACE OF POPULARITY | WE WILL NOT COMPROMISE WHO WE ARE TO BE ACCEPTED BY THE CROWD | WE WANT THE INVISIBLE WALLS THAT SEPARATE BY WEALTH, RACE &amp; CLASS TO BE TORN DOWN | WE WANT TO THINK OUR OWN THOUGHTS | WE WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR ENVIRONMENT | WE WANT CLARITY &amp; TRUTH FROM OUR ELECTED OFFICIALS OR THEY SHOULD MOVE ASIDE | WE WANT LOVE NOT LIES | WE WANT AN END TO ALL WARS FOREIGN &amp; DOMESTIC VIOLENCE | WE WANT AN END TO THE PROCESSED CULTURE OF EXPLOITATION, OVER-CONSUMPTION &amp; WASTE | WE WANT KNOWLEDGE, UNDERSTANDING &amp; PEACE | WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS! | LASERS ARE THE OPPOSITE OF LOSERS | LASERS ARE SHINING BEAMS OF LIGHT THAT BURN THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF IGNORANCE | LASERS SHED LIGHT ON INJUSTICE AND INEQUALITY | LOSERS STAND BY AND LET THINGS HAPPEN. LASERS ACT AND SHAPE THEIR OWN DESTINIES | LASERS FIND MEANING AND DIRECTION IN THE MYSTERIES ALL AROUND THEM | LASERS STAND FOR LOVE AND COMPASSION | LASERS STAND FOR PEACE | LASERS STAND FOR PROGRESSION | LASERS ARE REVOLUTIONARY | LASERS ARE THE FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;lways &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;hines &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;verytime &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;emember 2 &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;mile&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7420131434332239838?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7420131434332239838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-not-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7420131434332239838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7420131434332239838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-not-losers.html' title='WE ARE NOT LOSERS'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5270109761544539842</id><published>2009-10-12T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:05:31.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(SO)UL AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j144/yodopeman/00-DJ_Heat__Blu_Soul_Amazing-2008.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you drive me wild,They say 'yo here we go again' &lt;br /&gt;Ay, Ex! &lt;br /&gt;I said we'll never be the same &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I left my stereo, would you care to let me go, &lt;br /&gt;or would you keep me shackled in your chains. &lt;br /&gt;I know the game is missin' heroes, &lt;br /&gt;And I started here from zeroes &lt;br /&gt;to the season I came here to attain.&lt;br /&gt;See, my aim is simple, &lt;br /&gt;I have laid it on your instrumental, so its no coincidence I'm in the game. &lt;br /&gt;I plotted, planned it for a year or so,&lt;br /&gt;Hopin' folks hear 'Below' and see &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same as Little Wayne. &lt;br /&gt;They say I bore 'em with the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;but holla if you hear me though &lt;br /&gt;My life is more than rims and gettin' brains.&lt;br /&gt;They say I bore 'em with the spiritual, yet they never let me go &lt;br /&gt;until its time for me to board a plane. &lt;br /&gt;I know the fortune and the fame, and &lt;br /&gt;I'm performin' for the change and payin' for it pourin' poison in my brain, &lt;br /&gt;And mary jane'll keep me miserable. &lt;br /&gt;If I'm seekin' miracles when all you do is bitch and you complain &lt;br /&gt;'Bout how you wish that you were this way &lt;br /&gt;Or your butt was bigger that way. &lt;br /&gt;I would fuck you this or that way 'til you came. &lt;br /&gt;See the way I feel about 'chu is like nothin' left without you but I doubt you think its nothin' more than game. &lt;br /&gt;But the game is lame, and the fame ain't special since I met you, &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to gain. &lt;br /&gt;'Cept your love! &lt;br /&gt;And harmony! &lt;br /&gt;Who's to say that I just can't go and give you all of me? &lt;br /&gt;Just relax your mind, &lt;br /&gt;Ask some time, &lt;br /&gt;if you wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;blu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5270109761544539842?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5270109761544539842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/soul-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5270109761544539842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5270109761544539842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/soul-amazing.html' title='(SO)UL AMAZING'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5930453851159704876</id><published>2009-10-11T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:14:24.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rip tony fein</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mkrob.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/fein.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Fein, an Iraq war veteran who played for the Baltimore Ravens in the preseason and was arrested in a high-profile incident at the Inner Harbor, was found dead Tuesday morning in his home state of Washington, officials said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 27-year-old linebacker was discovered face down and unconscious in the living room of a friend's townhome in Port Orchard about 8:50 a.m., according to Mike Wernet, a battalion chief and medical officer for the South Kitsap Fire and Rescue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fein had vomited and was pronounced dead an hour later at a local hospital, Wernet said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The county coroner, Allen G. Gerdes, said the cause of death was unclear pending an autopsy and toxicology tests, but he said that there was no indication of criminal activity. The local sheriff's office said that it opened a routine death investigation on Tuesday afternoon after learning of the death through news reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravens star Ray Lewis, who helped mentor Fein during training camp, said Fein was a "humble young man." "He was always searching for some type of direction. It's really sad," Lewis said. "Our heart definitely goes out to his family. It's heartfelt when you wake up and get news like that with someone you just went to war with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fein's death came one day before he was due to appear in Baltimore District Court to face charges that he assaulted a city police officer investigating a report that a gun later determined to be a cell phone had been passed between a group of Ravens players having a meal at the Inner Harbor. Ravens coach John Harbaugh, who spoke to the team Wednesday morning about Fein's death, said he was proud that Fein was part of the Ravens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a shock and we're saddened, " Harbaugh said. "He's a tremendous young man. He's a Raven to us and always will be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5930453851159704876?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5930453851159704876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip-tony-fein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5930453851159704876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5930453851159704876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip-tony-fein.html' title='rip tony fein'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4260578042823445545</id><published>2009-10-10T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:02:40.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ilikemusic.com/images/article_images/full/reminicole_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the glossy magazines and the tabloid thugs &lt;br /&gt;that bully you to diets and taking drugs &lt;br /&gt;if you tried individuality &lt;br /&gt;you may get by more happily &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabloid queen &lt;br /&gt;tabloid queen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you believe what you read &lt;br /&gt;even though it may not be true &lt;br /&gt;we all fall into that trap sometimes &lt;br /&gt;but you cannot let it continue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you question who you are &lt;br /&gt;questions whether you'll make it that far&lt;br /&gt;where you won't have to wear a wonder bra &lt;br /&gt;cause your breasts will be paid for by your footballer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;b&gt;interesting&lt;/b&gt; to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remi.nicole - tabloidQUEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4260578042823445545?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4260578042823445545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1047358251754504058</id><published>2009-10-09T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:25:04.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s733.photobucket.com/albums/ww337/illadigital/n6pdvp.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1047358251754504058?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1047358251754504058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1047358251754504058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1047358251754504058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/art.html' title='art'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5744292364963767373</id><published>2009-10-08T13:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:08:43.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s733.photobucket.com/albums/ww337/illadigital/xqi9uo.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5744292364963767373?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5744292364963767373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/kanye-vector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5744292364963767373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5744292364963767373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/kanye-vector.html' title='art'/><author><name>illaa TOO 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3640555902371074241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3640555902371074241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3640555902371074241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-home.html' title='iphone concept'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5601508259539304619</id><published>2009-10-06T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:40:51.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usher is making his return back to the music scene. on monday, he released his new single, papers, and clearly its obvious as to whom he is talking about. IMO, i think its a horrible attempt at trying to gain that response like he did with 'confessions'. either way, he let tameka HAVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “ for you i gave my heart and turned my back against the world, plus you were my girl, i done damn near lost my mama, i done been through so much drama, i turned in to the man i never thought i’d be. i’m ready to sign those papers …” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &amp; listen: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nmtalkjzkgh"&gt;papers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5601508259539304619?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5601508259539304619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/usher-is-making-his-return-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5601508259539304619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5601508259539304619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/usher-is-making-his-return-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-459510214102503562</id><published>2009-10-05T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:17:27.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>htc touch pro ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cellphones.ca/news/upload/2009/04/htc-touch-pro2-price.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#fucktmobile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-459510214102503562?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/459510214102503562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/09-10-knicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/459510214102503562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/459510214102503562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/09-10-knicks.html' title='htc touch pro ii'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7062623941962651142</id><published>2009-10-02T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:35:00.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex games A - Z</title><content type='html'>Wanna spice up your sex life? Â Wanna turn your mate the hell out? Â Then stop doing the same shit in the bed all the time and get creative. Â I often get requests, from both men and women, wanting to know how they can enhance their sex lives. Â So, here is my rendition of the ABC's. Once again, I don't mind people sharing my work with others but please keep my name and copyright attached. Â Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Assume The Position  - This is fairly simply and has different variations. Â You handcuff or tie your partner's hands to the headboard or, if you prefer, you can tie them behind their back. Â They are at your mercy and you can have your way with them all night long. Â If you live in a basement apartment with pipes on the ceiling or have something else you can use, you can tie them up to the ceiling while they are standing. Â This is great with the woman tied up because you can fuck her while she is standing or you can lift her up on your shoulders and eat her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Belly Button Shots  - Pour tequila into your mate's belly button and lick the right side of his/her chest and shake some salt on it. Â Squeeze some lemon or lime juice on the left side of his/his chest and then lick the salt and make your way down to the belly button with your tongue so you can lap up the tequila. Â Then, trace a trail back up to the lemon or lime juice with your tongue and lick it off. Â Repeat on each other until you can no longer refrain from jumping each other's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cum For Me Boo  - Resort to drastic measures and whip out the sex toys to see how many times you can make each other cum in the span of one evening. Â Whoever makes the other person cum the most wins the bet and gets pampered and waited on for an entire weekend or whatever else you may want to wager. Â This can be very delightful, especially if both partners have an oral fixation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do Not Disturb  - Spend an entire weekend in a hotel room with the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Â Take snacks and plenty of water for dehydration purposes and fuck the hell out each other until neither one of you can barely walk. Â It may sound harsh but you can't knock it until you try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Erotic Endeavors  - Both you and your partner make a list of your sexual fantasies you want to play out. Â Trade lists and then set a deadline to make all of each other's fantasies come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Feast  -Â Zane's variation of cleaning out the fridge. Â Instead of throwing away all the half-empty bottles of this or that lurking in your fridge, take a blanket and place it on the floor (so your asses won't get cold)Â by the open fridge door and get down on the blanket butt naked. Â One at a time, take turns selecting items from the fridge to eat off each other. Â If you are one of those people who eats out every night because of a busy schedule and has an empty fridge, pick up a couple of items such as whipped cream, chocolate syrup and cake frosting (yes, I said cake frosting) on your way home and satisfy your "sweet" tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Game  - Break out all the old favorites like Monopoly, Scrabble, Checkers, Chutes and Ladders if you are bit slow or Chess if you got it like that and play. Â You can even play charades. Â Whatever game you choose, whoever loses has to become the "sex slave" of the winner and do "everything" they demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Birthday  - Throw your mate a private birthday party when it is not anywhere near their birthday. Â Take them totally off guard, order a birthday cake, buy them presents that are all sexual in nature such as lingerie, sex toys and edible underwear and watch their face light up when you take them by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Indecent Proposal  - This is a variation of truth and dare but truth's ass is out of town. Â Dare your mate to do something outrageous sexually. Â Something you know their ass thinks they are too prim and proper to do. Â This game only works if both partners are willing to let go of all sexually inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Do It  - Meet you mate at the door one day and cut the bullshit. Like Nike says, "Just do it!" Â Often times, people dream about fucking all day and then tense up when the time comes to put up or shut up. Â They wait for their partner to make the first move. Â Fuck all that ! Â Go for yours and break the world record for getting naked in the least amount of seconds. Â Better yet, answer the door butt naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Kinky Game  - Sit down together and compile a list of kinky things you both want to try such as S &amp; M, using Ben WaÂ balls, butt plugs, anal beads, dildos, whatever and make out a schedule for the week. Â If you are not quite there yet, make out a list ofÂ unusual positions you want to try. No matter what, stick to the schedule and do a different thing every single night for an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life Imitates Art Â - Very simple ! Â Watch some movies, preferably pornos but some R-rated movies have vivid sex scenes as well. Â Pick out some of your favorite scenes from movies and act them out with your partner. Â If you really want to get jiggy with it, break out the camera and make your own carbon copy of the original film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mother May I  - Enough said. Â Play Mother May I inÂ the bedroom and you can't do a damn thing without getting permission first. Â Okay, so I still have a little girl lurking in me. Â &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naked Twister Â - It doesn't get any easier to explain than this. Â Hit up a toy store and buy the old-time favorite kids game, Twister. Â Take it home, get butt naked with your mate, pop in Cooley High or Shaft, make a pitcher of Kool-Aid and play the game. Â Of course, being naked gives it an interesting "twist"(no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Open House  - This can be done one of two ways. Â If you live in an area where kids go to bed at a decent hour, open up all your curtains, shades and blinds late one night, turn on all the lights and freak the hell out each other. Â I know it sounds silly but the mere thought that someone "might" be watching can be aÂ fantastic turn-on. Â The other way it can be done is to fuck each other in a house full of people while taking the risk that someone might walk in on you. Â This can be very exhilarating at holiday dinners where some old-fashioned relatives might catch you getting busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Public Display  - Now, you have to be very sexually open to do this shit but hey, IÂ am so IÂ can recommend this shit. Fuck your mate in a public place such as on aÂ subway train, city bus or even airplane. Â Go to the movies and buy some nachos. Â Take the warm cheese spread and pour it on your mate's dick or pussy and perform oral sex in the theater and then fuck them. Â Go to a fancy restaurant and disappear under the linen tablecloth and have oral sex. Fuck in elevators, in public restrooms, on a picnic table, in the laundry room, in the stacks at the library. Â Let me quit cause my ass is getting excited just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q &amp; A  -Â One of my favorites cause noone likes a dumb ass person in their bed. Â It is a trivia game. Â In fact, you can play an actual game if you like such as Trivial Pursuit. Â Tell you mate that they have to get a certain amount of answers right or they can't get none that night. Â You can even watch Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune and play this or, if you have been with your mate aÂ considerable amount of time, ask them questions about you that they should know the answer to. Â This game can be fun especially when your mate is feenin for some sex and you make them earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Recycled Virgin  - Both you and your partner take turns pretending like you are virgins. Â You take one night of the week and they can take the next one. Â Have your partner walk you through it and calm your "imaginary" fears by giving you step-by-step instructions. Â You can act shy and timid and keep pushing them away when they get toÂ certain "bases" and it can be interesting to see how long you can pretend not to know a damn thing. Â I mean how many "experienced" people can just lie there when they are getting fucked royally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Spelling Bee  - Umm, another favorite. Â For the men, spell out the alphabet on your woman's clit and even spell out her name. Â For the ladies, do the same with the dick and/or balls. Â You can blindfold your partner or have them close their eyes while you spell out something and they have to try to guess the word. Â You have to have some major tongue skills in order to pull this one off though cause I don't think they sell "Hooked on Phonics" for oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talk Dirty To Me  - Phone sex the hell out of each other, pure and simple. Â If you have a cell phone, call your mate from the car and have phone sex with them on the way home so that by the time you get there, it will be time to set it off and I don't mean robbing banks like in the movie. Â Unless, of course, you are talking about robbing cum banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Under No Circumstances  - You gotta love this one and it is a game of mind over matter. Â It also requires a hell of a lot of willpower. Â Without tying your partners hands or confining them in any way, tell them that they can not touch you no matter what you do to them. Â That means you mean can't touch a woman if she does a lap dance or even if she sucks your dick. Â Same goes for the women. Â No touching whatsoever or you will have to pay the penalty. Â My suggested penalty is that you must perform oral sex on your mate for twelve hours straight if you fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vision Quest  - Bet your partner something sexual in nature and then go outside. Â Pick a certain item such as a red canary or a squirrel or a butterfly. Â Whoever is the first one to spot the object and yes, it must be verified by the other party to prevent cheating, wins the game. Â If you really want to get creative, play that old favorite, "Cars", and pick a certain make or model of vehicle beforehand. Â Whoever's turn it is when that type of car drives by is declared the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What Flavor Is It?  - Go to a sex shop and purchase different flavors of body oils. Â If you happen to live in a small ass town where the local Wal-Mart is the closest thing to a sex shop, go to the cosmetics section and get some different flavors of lip gloss. Â This game works better with the woman as the test subject. Â Place a different flavor on each part of your body. Â Your lips, your neck, each breast, your belly button, the inside of each thigh and your clit. Your man has to lick each spot in turn and guess the flavor correctly or no "nookie". Â Hmm, I wonder what flavor works best on a clit. Â Cherry Â maybe; get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Xtra Naked  - Cover the bed or floor with an old blanket or something you don't mind messing up and then get naked. Cover each other with baby oil from head to toe so that you are both very slippery and then fuck. Â It will be hard toÂ even hold on to each other and private parts will be slipping and sliding everywhere but it is mad funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You Do Me - Mutual masturbation. Â Get each other off. Â Or, for those who have a dildo hanging around, men can fuck your woman with a dildo until she cums. Â Whatever's clever !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7062623941962651142?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7062623941962651142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-games-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7062623941962651142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7062623941962651142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-games-z.html' title='sex games A - Z'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2674695122442484065</id><published>2009-10-01T04:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:28:00.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>I was bored one Friday night and tried to persuade my roommate to go to a club but she refused. She was planning to wash her hair and do her nails for a big date the next day with some guy she met on the sidewalk outside her office building. I had just ended a long-term relationship and I dreaded staying at home so I went to a club by myself. I met this fine ass stranger and we danced for a couple of hours and had a few drinks. One thing led to another and we ended up in my backseat doing the nasty. We exchanged names but not numbers. I was ashamed because I had never had a one-night stand before. The next day, I was cooking dinner when the doorbell rang. I opened it up and it was my roommate's date. I guess he was just as stunned as I was because we both pretended like we didn't know each other when she made the formal introductions. He went through with the date but never called her again. She complained that he had a bad attitude all night and she wished she had never met him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2674695122442484065?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2674695122442484065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2674695122442484065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2674695122442484065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/10/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6924955571024016506</id><published>2009-09-30T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:25:31.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>melody: an erotic tale</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time I was attending a jazz session at a local college one night. Seated next to me was a very attractive lady who seemed to be enjoying the performance immensely. She was physically into the session, bouncing and gyrating to the music as if her whole body was involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I commented to her how good the sounds were. She was not bashful in responding to me, agreeing that they were really good. Then she went on to explain who the musicians were, by name. I had never heard of many of them, and told her so. We exchanged small talk throughout the session, when near closing I asked if she were married. She said she was not, and I asked if I could call her sometimes, at which time she promptly scribbled her home and work phone number on my copy of a program. Turns out she is a Ph.D. Professor in the Drama department at the University. One day I called her and requested she meet me for drinks at a local pub after work. She agreed. That evening we met, had drinks, a sandwich and exchanged information on each other. I asked her if she was dating, at which she said she really didn't have the time to date exclusively but was amenable to going for walks and an occasional drink when time permitted. She actually lived within walking distance from where I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several Saturday mornings we would go for walks, and have very stimulating conversation. We would have lunch at the Super Salads Restaurant on occasion. She had traveled to Africa several times, and sometimes brought snapshots along that she had taken. She enjoyed explaining about her visits to the motherland while we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By now we had become good friends and was very comfortable in each other's presence. We talked on just about any topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One evening, after we had gone walking, she left my house in her car going to the nearby grocery. She always drove to my house and parked her car there while we walked. As I was watching the evening news my doorbell rang. It was her. She came in, sat down smiling. She asked what exactly did I want in a relationship. When I told her she promptly said, " Since I really don't have the time for a relationship per se' how about being my fuck buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said she just needed to be held and cuddled by a man from time to time, and was willing to be physical for him in return. It was an offer I could not refuse, and the rest is history. She eventually took leave of absence from the University to teach in Africa for a year. To say I am eagerly waiting for her return would definitely be an understatement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6924955571024016506?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6924955571024016506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/melody-erotic-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6924955571024016506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6924955571024016506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/melody-erotic-tale.html' title='melody: an erotic tale'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-666649825983624779</id><published>2009-09-29T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:22:34.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frat boys : an erotic tale</title><content type='html'>They say frat boys are hornier than any other kinda college guy. I didn't believe it because he was cool, calm and quite collected. This sexy as hell Hispanic joined a black fraternity and my, my, my, Poppie was yummy from the floor up. He had the sexiest body &amp; smile, pure Latino perfection. The party ended about 2AM and picked back up at the frat house about 2:15. Me and my girls were ready to go. Each young philly was hot to trot and doing her damn thing. We watched Poppie and his brothas all night doing their line step across the floor and each of us picked one out to take home. Every girl for herself, I thought. I said nothing all night as about 5 of the 10 girls verbally picked Poppie to be their fuck buddy that night. He paid no mind to any of us (or so I thought). Why should he? Girls were gawking at him all night anyway. Of course all my girls went in for the kill, each making a failed attempt at hooking him at the after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By this time, it was about 3:30 and hell, my drink needed a serious refreshing. It became frustrated because I couldn't find anyone with anything other than beer. After looking aimlessly for about 15 or 20 minutes for something decent to knock the edge off of my fatigue, a soft, deep and sexy voice reached out and grabbed me making my pussy instantly soaked. The voice said, "You look like you could use a drink." I stood there cup in hand and damn near drooling when I managed to fumble the words, "You got something?" He nodded and led me straight to his room through the crowd of people dancing and grinding and throwing up (pissy drunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we got to the room he asked me had I ever drank Bacardi 151 (Puerto Rican Rum) I said no but trying to stay cool, I said "But I am sure I can handle it" He responded, "STRAIGHT?" I said, "YEAH" That had to be to best mistake I had ever made. I got drunk after 2 burning coconut cup full of the stuff. I immediately started pulling on him and sucking on him, telling him I had been eyeing him all night and that I wanted him. He asked if I was sure. I managed a severe, YES!!!!! He tossed me on the bed and I began to really get excited. He held my legs open and started to lick my clit until I moaned. I moaned and whimpered because I could feel his dick rise through his pants with the point of my toe. I knew this dick was gonna be good. I tried to get up and start a new position for fear that if I came for the 5th time there won't be anything left when he gets up there (stupid college notions). He didn't let me up, he held me down and went right on sucking my pussy. He went as deep with his tongue as his finger. He drank the juices straight from my inside and spread them all over until he was ready to join me up top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He turned me around and ripped off the remainder of my already tattered panties and delivered a dick so heavy in me that I could almost feel it coming though my throat. He plunged in with long deep strokes as my pussy juices dripped down his leg. Poppie wouldn't stop thrusting. I thought he was going for an Olympic goal or something. He lifted my leg, tossed me upside down, Held me up with zero gravity, 69-ed me, fucked me on the floor, the walls, the computer table, and every other surface in the tiny room that would hold up. He butterflied me so deep that me g-spot erupted and I came six straight more times before he could even dream of cumming once. When he did cum, I was almost relieved although, I was in pure heaven. Then to top it off, I topped him off. I had never given head before but he was a great teacher and so he got a lot that night. We fought like a couple of wrestlers in a Sumo match. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By this time, My Girls were so drunk that they didn't even notice that I was gone. They took a cab home and left me to do the Bacardi 151 romp with Poppie all night. When I woke up the next morning my pussy was so sore. Worst of all (and don't laugh but) I had a swollen mouth from my first dick sucking session that looked like I was beat up. I mean that shit was fucked up for almost 2 straight days. Thank God it was the weekend, and I didn't have classes. My girls all wondered how it happened, I told them that I had an allergic reaction to my make up. THAT WAS MY STORY AND WAS STICKING TO IT!! Those bitches couldn't take it if I actually said, I was fucking the man y'all wanted last night, sucked his dick for about 2 hours collectively and that is how my mouth got fucked up. The would have died. So I rubbed it in later. That is... after the 20th or 30th time with Poppie. That was years ago and he still remains one of my best sex-capades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-666649825983624779?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/666649825983624779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/frat-boys-erotic-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/666649825983624779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/666649825983624779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/frat-boys-erotic-tale.html' title='frat boys : an erotic tale'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-9069716341159711938</id><published>2009-09-28T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:47:09.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inspirational QOUTE</title><content type='html'>never tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;mickey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-9069716341159711938?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/9069716341159711938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirational-qoute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9069716341159711938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9069716341159711938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirational-qoute.html' title='inspirational QOUTE'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4456152852825780559</id><published>2009-09-27T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:43:59.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>Should I start from the beginning or no? I think I should but its a long story but I guess since I don’t have shit else to do and I’m still a little pissed about it, I guess I’ll start from the beginning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See Ced decides to take 2 frozen chicken breasts out of the freezer, rinse them off and stick them on the slow cooker  yesterday. See, I told him that maybe he should let the chicken unthaw before he stuck the chicken in there being that its a slow cooker. He insists that he don’t want it cooked right away at that moment so I leave it alone. The next day, he realizes that he has overcooked the chicken and leaves it in the slow cooker to cook longer but decides to add barbecue sauce . So the horrid chicken now with Open Pit Original Barbecue Sauce is simmering  in the slow cooker causing the whole place smell like overcooked chicken with Barbecue Sauce and its annoying, so annoying I had to cut my video game  time short and think about things that smelled good because that sour, loud, bitter smell was clouding my concentration. Anyway…. Popeyes  was having a 8 piece chicken box for 5 bucks today, so Ced wanted some so I sent him to go get some. The Popeye’s he went to, was so crowded he decided to go across the street to the Save-A-Lot  and buy ground meat  and bread causing an overdraft on my card. Now I’m pissed about the smell and now I have a overdraft to pay that I cannot pay right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I’m hungry with nothing here to eat that I can make right away. So Ced gives me suggestions and it went something like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me- “I’m Hungry”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “Eat something”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me – “Like what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “We got ground meat now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me- “Oh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “You can make meat loaf .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me- “I don’t want meat loaf.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “You can make burgers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me – “I don’t want burgers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “You can make chili.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me – “I don’t want chili.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ced – “Well just eat raw ground beef. [I think this is where I was on the verge of being pissed off...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after he gives up in making suggestions, he leaves the room and I changed my mind on the chili and decided that chili sounds like a good damn idea. So being that Ced doesn’t have the proper pots my resort was to use the Slow Cooker, but his chicken was still in there simmering for no damn reason. So I ask him can he come and take his fail out of the slow cooker because the little pot he had was too small, and the one pot that would of been right but all of the Teflon was gone and it was rusty and from what I learned in Home EC that’s not safe or good to cook or eat out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So he gets annoyed, I get mad cause he think his chicken should marinate in barbecue sauce. He suggests I stick a mixing bowl on the stove  and cook the chili out of that. Then on top of that he makes me the one that’s wrong by telling me there is no difference in cooking  in that rusty pot than cooking in a thin mixing bowl. I don’t know how he was raised per se but I know I was raised when I wanted to cook I used the right dishware. I don’t used bowls to cook chili out of, so he goes on saying that the only difference between the pot and the bowl is that one has a handle. So now I’m more angry because he’s insulting me, and the fact he hasn’t taken into consideration that that damn chicken has been done for a good 5 hours and he believes that the sauce needs to be cooked too or “simmer” with the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://asilee.com"&gt;asilee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. ced, is a &lt;b&gt;dumbass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4456152852825780559?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4456152852825780559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4456152852825780559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4456152852825780559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6988311057055906900</id><published>2009-09-26T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:07:56.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trickin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.shutterpoint.com/photos/T/20070924_150814_Money%20Count20_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is trickin? that shit is the dumbest shit ive ever heard, why is that now the first thing a nigga with money says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;it aint trickin if you got it.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if yeen got it, its trickin? i need this shit to be explained to me because bitches who mess with baller ass niggas always claim he "trickin on em." but if he got money then he apparently got it, right? so he aint trickin then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shit confuses me, if you got it spend it, if not keep it movin. why complicate the situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6988311057055906900?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6988311057055906900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6988311057055906900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6988311057055906900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredom.html' title='trickin.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6904729760663462089</id><published>2009-09-25T07:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:43:22.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shes here !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/x0zqfm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camryn s'nai mackel&lt;br /&gt;eight lbs, thirteen ounces ; nineteen inches.&lt;br /&gt;1:49a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent health. uber excited. i wanna hold her again, my sweety cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6904729760663462089?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6904729760663462089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6904729760663462089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6904729760663462089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-here.html' title='shes here !'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/x0zqfm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6696650412583042512</id><published>2009-09-24T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:43:25.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://x10.xanga.com/c87c5bf111d31198415140/z153535102.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "we might all be in gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;FAFI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6696650412583042512?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6696650412583042512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-might-all-be-in-gutter-but-some-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6696650412583042512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6696650412583042512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-might-all-be-in-gutter-but-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2640297280075258170</id><published>2009-09-23T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:43:27.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>raging love storm</title><content type='html'>"Well, folks it looks like another hot afternoon with variable cloudiness in the North, but there are two raging storms developing in the South near the East and West ends of the region. lf these two storms are to meet and merge there could be some hazardous conditions near the metropolitan area." &lt;br /&gt;Warnings are flashing across the screen of my t.v., and the weather man is blaring something about the merger of two storm fronts. The danger of the coupling of the storms from the two different cities could be hazardous. Oh well he has no idea l have a storm of my own raging inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report of that storm was an hour ago and the weather here is all ready in a frightening state. My fear of thunder and lightening sends me hiding beneath the confines of my cold sheets alone. Well, l will just have to sit and wait this one out and try my best to be patient and keep my fingers to them selves. But who says my mind can't wonder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blink just as l settle myself into the security of my covers the power gives out. Hmmm it's moments like this that take me to the memories that make my hands misbehave. Oh and my mind is like a death trap that can't help but draw me into the erotic pleasure of my thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lt has begun to drizzle a little outside and the weather man is screaming in my battery operated radio to take cover and stay inside. With every drop that falls to the earth's surface. l pray that my love is safe, dry and inside. Then l wonder, can he hear my heart beating? Can he feel my lonely for passion body aching to be one with him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms like these remind me of the way we make love. Dangerous, tempting and wild. l characterize our loving by a storm because it all starts out just the same as a torrid storm works. The day is happy and the sun is shinning. But notice how the blackness of a storm signals lovemaking is about to start. First there are warning signs a look a sweet glance. Much like that of a danger of two storms about to be united. Then an innocent giggle of wind from both sides and before you know it the two heated storms are in eachothers mist. Holding on to the life force in each others arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first drop of dampness hits with the mere touch of a hand or wind. Exploring and lighting a delicious path of lust to the tips of our loins. The clouds of a storm are our minds after our mouths has found one another. This leads to a more moisture and more dampness. The rain is beginning, it's becoming more steady now. His approach on my person is becoming more aggressive. Like a flower soaked from mother nature's natural rains. l am completely under his spell, and so overwhelmed by his persistence, l give into his desire to deliver a rapture with in my city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes as l lay in wait of the storm to end. l imagine him laying my pedal soft skin on the soft ground below me. Finally he begins to remove the leaves of clothing that protect the middle of my flower. lt's raining harder now, and nectar with in my flower are starting to drip. Like a torrid tornado he dips to devour every drop of sweetness that has begun to pour from with in me much like the down pour from a sudden cloud burst. With any storm there is definitely a breeze or high potential wind. l can feel his hot breath scorching the insides of my flower so delicately. He begins to softly toss my body and it's flower around like the thrust of heavy wind blowing around lawn furniture during a storm. My hair is swaying like sea grass as my head rolls side to side with each breath he inhales from my honey sweet flower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the panic, and fear and much pleasure with any storm. Raising above my flower l can hear his whistling voice commanding me to open my clouded eyes to watch as he begins to assault my city with more passion. The earth with in our cities is much like the earth itself when a storm is raging to strike. My goodness l moaned, and peering through love clouded vision his form is strong and forceful. His lightening bolt below, is a huge bulge of thunder and dangerous looking, but pleasurable to my now budding flower. As you can guess our bodies are the cities and my flower is my soft sweet cavity between my legs, and the bolt of raging dangerous thunder is his my gratitude for my responsiveness to his commanding storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flower has begun to crave to be showered with more passion, pain and pleasure. The urgency of his storm is about to merge with mine and erupt into a double hurricane. lt's getting pretty wild the rains are coming down by the buckets full. Our cities with separate storms collide and meet for one huge assault. Dangerous but thunderous, his huge bold of lightening have inserted itself into my city, overtaking my flower causing the rains of my damp nectar to flood the alley and street leading into the eye of my dark storm. With our cities united by the storms, we roll, rock and sway to the commands of our needs. Riding me wildly with each searing insertion of his lovable lightening. Moans of pleasure and love escape from beneath clouds in our heads. The flower of my city is in full bloom. The attack of his lightening upon it's innocence have cause more potential flooding from my city. Our storms are in full rage now, the merger of the two has created an awesome effect on our cities. The plump soft firm buildings that stand erect in my city are being delightfully knocked around, kneaded and moistened by the heavy dampness of the mouth of his urgent hurricane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the two coupled storms begin an even delicious tempoed assault on both our bodies. With the constant and deliberate strike of vicious lightening moving in and out of my slippery wet flowered city below. The storms take on a very strange and heated rhythmic pace. Until finally the blowing of the two winds, the racking and clawing of the flowered cities claws on the back of the other vicious storm. With the insistent quaking of both moving cities. ln an instant a calm moves over the two cities. The torrid rains begin to subside and the two storms meet eye to eye. Both storms are still tightly locked, and as if there weren't enough flooding from the flowery rains. Both storms suddenly produce a down pour of hot slippery rain. Bathing the insides of my flowered city and drenching the heated hurricane wrecked city with love juices from with in us both. The commanding city shivered, rocked, and moaned with loud thunder at the feel of the flowery damp city, and the eruption of the rage that had been built with in his own city.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two storms vigorous rage began to subside. Still tightly intertwined the two storms move out to sea, only to be united in a deep and watery life forever, until the rise of the next storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2640297280075258170?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2640297280075258170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/raging-love-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2640297280075258170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2640297280075258170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/raging-love-storm.html' title='raging love storm'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4327044265563121519</id><published>2009-09-22T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:17:56.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit day.</title><content type='html'>- shakes my bottle of vicodin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh, where do i begin? lets get started at the top of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its around nine in the mornin, as usual im textin my mornin crew. when lauren texts me askin me what am i doin today, i say nothin cause i had no plans &amp; i wanted to get out the house. anyhow round four she comes to pick me up for our " adventure " we head for the mall &amp; she decides she wasn't to go see this nigga named jayden since he claims he's turnin himself in next monday. whatever cool; i don't mind i go along for the ride &amp; now our twosome becomes a threesome. we drive down to glen burnie &amp; go to her bestfriend julissas house. last time i went over there i stayed outside &amp; im guessin she felt some sorta way about it, so i went inside. i step inside the building &amp; it smells like some stale ass pussy on top of that shortys apartment was filthy. i was no good &amp; im glad lauren asked me to go back out &amp; get her pads out the car. so we proceed to ride around this nigga jayden was cool all day now all of a sudden he's actin dumb, talkin bout he wants to sit up front? THE FUCK? bitch been in the fuckin back all damn day, he straight where the fuck he was at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ffwd ; this nigga is talkin bout he's gone punch me in my face if i sit up front. so i sit my happy ass up front. all day his bitch ass was in the back no complaints now he wanna be up front? &lt;b&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/b&gt;, now this nigga opens my door &amp; drags me out punching me &amp; shit we in the parkin lot dukin' it out and im even more ready to go home. so dumb ass lauren lets jayden drive her car &amp; this bitch leans his seat all the way back on me, straight disrespectful shit. so i get home say bye &amp; go inside. this bitch comes back for gas money. im like whatever i offered to give her the shit anyways no problem. but she figured she was gettin ten dollars &amp; the whole day i was askin to go home. she had it fucked up. she got five dollars &amp; the peace sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#whathappenedto real friends?&lt;br /&gt;i need me some of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this happened yesterday. not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, aerin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4327044265563121519?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4327044265563121519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/bullshit-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4327044265563121519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4327044265563121519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/bullshit-day.html' title='bullshit day.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1372738229629398663</id><published>2009-09-21T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:25:21.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>» tupac : picture my pain mixtape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/282793893/2PPMP.zip"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2cfr2hx.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click picture to download&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;01. Intro (Days Like This) 4:12 &lt;br /&gt;02. One Day At A Time 2:44 &lt;br /&gt;03. Thugstyle 3:28 &lt;br /&gt;04. Tell Mama Don’t Cry 4:17 &lt;br /&gt;05. Neva Be Peace 4:37 &lt;br /&gt;06. Am I Next 3:41 &lt;br /&gt;07. Bow Down 4:30 &lt;br /&gt;08. Fuck All Y’all 3:52 &lt;br /&gt;09. Picture My Pain 4:28 &lt;br /&gt;10. Komradz 3:18 &lt;br /&gt;11. Raised As A Thug Nigga 4:24 &lt;br /&gt;12. Dear Lord 4:14 &lt;br /&gt;13. Untouchable 3:19 &lt;br /&gt;14. Happy Home 3:23 &lt;br /&gt;15. Thugs Wrath 4:04 &lt;br /&gt;16. Enemies With Me 4:18 &lt;br /&gt;17. Raise Up 3:21 &lt;br /&gt;18. Shed So Many Tears (Tribute) 4:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1372738229629398663?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1372738229629398663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/tupac-picture-my-pain-mixtape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1372738229629398663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1372738229629398663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/tupac-picture-my-pain-mixtape.html' title='» tupac : picture my pain mixtape'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2cfr2hx_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-9191145815281687719</id><published>2009-09-20T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:03:07.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>convo w. the bff</title><content type='html'>mickey: lets get wasted&lt;br /&gt;mickey: im comin to florida.&lt;br /&gt;andre: Well fl is huge&lt;br /&gt;mickey: well im comin to yo house.&lt;br /&gt;andre: Ok&lt;br /&gt;mickey: what we gone do?&lt;br /&gt;andre: Vibe n chill&lt;br /&gt;mickey: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;andre: Si&lt;br /&gt;mickey: sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;andre: Word&lt;br /&gt;andre: Then I'll rape u in the butt&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmao, that's gone hurt.&lt;br /&gt;andre: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;mickey: nah, it is. my asshole looks like this * not o or O or (    )&lt;br /&gt;mickey: you still at work booger?&lt;br /&gt;andre: No I'm tryin to sleep&lt;br /&gt;mickey: oh, leme give you a gnite kiss.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: :-*&lt;br /&gt;andre: :x. That's how u get herpes&lt;br /&gt;mickey: we can share. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;ily BOOGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-9191145815281687719?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/9191145815281687719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/convo-w-bff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9191145815281687719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9191145815281687719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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never plan to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean that's like a spoiled child, once they're stuck in their ways that's it, its hard to change em. for damn near twenty years i've been able to do what the fuck i want when the fuck i want how the fuck i wanna do it, it'd be a damn shame if i dissapoint folk by getting humble now. i've considered it on occasion. i actually do want people to take me more serious in some aspects but its kinda too late yenno. anyhow. that's my explaination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it love it move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6696407141223630503?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6696407141223630503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7872719342270639861</id><published>2009-09-16T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:08:08.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhhhh.</title><content type='html'>i went to the eye doctors today, my vision sucks moster cock.&lt;br /&gt;20 / 100? the hell i used to be 20 / 20&lt;br /&gt;perfect shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i need glasses all damn day.&lt;br /&gt;in 5 years my eye site should be back to 20 / 20 , that's if i wear them all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glasses i picked were hot. some red CHANEL frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the dr's i haven't done anything special. oh, i unlocked all the characters on soul caliber ii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro is gone be exciting, because i'm sick of looking at these boring ass blogs. but my goal for this month is to just blog everyday regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways g'nite idk why im up i got work in a few hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7872719342270639861?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7872719342270639861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/blahhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7872719342270639861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7872719342270639861'/><link rel='alternate' 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pointless mainly because i don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so winter '10 i'll be opening my own website. of course it'll be something involving the word "ILL" , but it has to be classy at the same time so while im brainstorming i'll basically be building up clientele &amp; adding more sources to my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; btw if you say "don't mention my name w. lames&lt;br /&gt;make sure you aren't refering to me. &lt;br /&gt;never been lame, never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty. g'nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7349817233720935706?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7349817233720935706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3682416561439799200</id><published>2009-09-14T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:44:35.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/ab3ypu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he just the hottest.&lt;br /&gt;today generally was boring as all get out. &lt;br /&gt;i started school today thoe &amp; classes were ehh. nothing to write home about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomoro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, aerin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3682416561439799200?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/ab3ypu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1974331492605058610</id><published>2009-09-13T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:07:02.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oboi.</title><content type='html'>let me say upfront that bey is my choice poison. if i had to choose one musical artist with a crappy message whoiI could listen to for the rest of my life, it’d be her (&lt;i&gt;beating out weezy f baby only because of her music videos&lt;/i&gt;). bey is my favorite overachiever. you can find me any day naomi campbell walk-ing back and forth in my bedroom to “freakum dress” or trying to shake my derriere to “single ladies”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THAT BEING SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; beyonce is like the feds when it comes to promoting a conservative social agenda. she alone is policing social behavior like bill o’reilly is paying her do it. the whole time i’m getting down to her jams i’m just like “dang b! thats jacked up!” the messages in her songs almost always encourage patriarchy, female subservience, and heteronormativity like a muhfucka! –pretty much conformity overall (including gender conformity) to the socially conservative status quo. in her songs, beyonce celebrates the oppressive power dynamic that exists between men and women, while simultaneously trying to imply that women can utilize the subordinate position in a heterosexual romantic relationship to empower themselves. if he doesn’t marry you, step! that’ll show him who’s boss. she perpetuates this entanglement of systems of inequalities, such as marriage, with other concepts that have been socially constructed such as love and gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp; i understand she’s talking to her audience and that many girls and boys can relate to what she’s saying, circumstantially. but i just wish there could be some critical analysis of her implications, and maybe the tweaking of a few words here and there. the fact that she legitimizes only certain expressions of ‘love’ (commitment), masculinity and femininity, and what that means for young girls and boys who are trying to shape their identities, as well as for grown folk who are expressing themselves in alternative ways. also how those particular expressions that she endorses are part of the larger structure that keeps people in their places, acting as productive bodies for the economy. i want whoever is on her team to at least consider these ideas, and how they could alter her message to communicate a more progressive politics on gender, sex, sexuality, and certain institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now for kicks, I want to highlight some lyrics that have stood out to me as being particularly annoying and as leaning right of center. please, add some if you have any or argue with me about how beyonce made “INDEPENDENT WOMAN” or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lyric:  if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it. &lt;b&gt;translation&lt;/b&gt;:  if you liked it – “IT” most likely refers to a woman here, and perhaps one’s relationship with her, or her sexual abilities. if you liked the woman you were with, you should have married her because not only is that the only way to keep a woman but it is the only legitimate form of recognizing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lyric:  pull me into your arms. say i’m the one you own. if you don’t you’ll be alone. &amp; like a ghost, i’ll be gone. &lt;b&gt;translation&lt;/b&gt;:  this is why you put a ring on it. marriage has historically been about who has property rights over women. so tell me you own me, it makes my heart warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lyric:  you need a real woman in your life. taking care of home and still fly. &amp; ima help you build up your account. when you’re in those big meetings for the mills, you take me just to compliment the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;translation&lt;/b&gt;:  i’m a trophy wife. when you make business deals, you tote me along like a new car. i’m your favorite prop. oh, &amp; i can clean the kitchen, wash clothes, cook your dinner, AND put your durag on, all in monolo blahnik heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lyric:  i can do for you what martin did for the people. ran by the man but the women keep the tempo. it’s very seldom that you’re blessed to find your equal. still play my part and let you take the lead role, believe me. i’ll follow, this could be easy. i’ll be the help whenever you need me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;translation&lt;/b&gt;:  i’ll validate your masculinity by letting you take the ‘lead role’, because the only way i know how to support you is by ensuring that you feel you have control over me. i’m comfortable fading into the background and being your hot assistant sidekick.  you’re the block, but i’m the lights. you’re the diamond, and i’m the little glimpse of light that makes you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can’t even start on “if i were a boy”… that’s like a whole nother blog in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; these are just a few examples trying to illustrate why beyonce is one of the biggest, albeit flyest, proponents of a retrograde conservative ideology that is restrictive to everyone’s expression, normative and non-conforming alike. It either traps you within (with limited options of expression and often oblivious privilege) or marks you outside (in what is sometimes a more intimately liberated but nonetheless socially and politically marginalized space).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1974331492605058610?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1974331492605058610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/oboi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1974331492605058610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3393462064722449124?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3393462064722449124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3393462064722449124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3393462064722449124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2823132461208370989</id><published>2009-09-11T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:16:59.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pictures.crushspot.com/file.php?id=6385833"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narada: If you touch that tatted up dude Ill kill you&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i already did.&lt;br /&gt;narada: Im goin to NEW YAWK to get that&lt;br /&gt;narada: WOT!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;narada: you  talkin bout Revolvers&lt;br /&gt;narada: BITCH ILL KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;narada: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;mickey: yes.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i tagged him.&lt;br /&gt;narada: nigga...&lt;br /&gt;narada: IMG&lt;br /&gt;narada: OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;narada: Im gonna scalp you&lt;br /&gt;narada: hahah&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmaooo.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: told ya.&lt;br /&gt;narada: ain he the sexiest thing you eva seen tho&lt;br /&gt;narada: when I saw him I was like daaaaaaaang&lt;br /&gt;narada: sexy, lite&lt;br /&gt;mickey: no.&lt;br /&gt;narada: got his ears gauges&lt;br /&gt;mickey: the tatts nice thoe.&lt;br /&gt;narada: gauged^&lt;br /&gt;narada: WOT!&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;narada: nigga you bugged out&lt;br /&gt;narada: he is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;narada: tatts errwhere&lt;br /&gt;narada: Id swallow ALL his kids&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i havent seen his face so ima say no.&lt;br /&gt;narada: LMBO&lt;br /&gt;narada: uuuugh&lt;br /&gt;mickey: OHLAWD.&lt;br /&gt;narada: well see his fave&lt;br /&gt;narada: face^&lt;br /&gt;mickey: im leavin this convo on his board.&lt;br /&gt;narada: WOT!?!?&lt;br /&gt;narada: lol&lt;br /&gt;mickey: :)&lt;br /&gt;narada: awwww man&lt;br /&gt;mickey: link me to his gallery.&lt;br /&gt;narada: Im not goin on that nigga page&lt;br /&gt;narada: for he think Im stalkin him&lt;br /&gt;narada: lol&lt;br /&gt;illaa.ghee: im leaving this convo.&lt;br /&gt;narada: I dont like lightskin dudes girl&lt;br /&gt;narada: lol&lt;br /&gt;narada: I thought you knew that about me&lt;br /&gt;narada: [-(&lt;br /&gt;narada: Dude..&lt;br /&gt;narada: OMG&lt;br /&gt;narada: oh snap&lt;br /&gt;narada: how I did that&lt;br /&gt;narada: haha&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i did.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i love the yellas thoe.&lt;br /&gt;narada: ew&lt;br /&gt;narada: NO!&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmao. tf?&lt;br /&gt;mickey: why ew?&lt;br /&gt;narada: yella boys nassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant more niggas look like that? &lt;br /&gt;please dont go looking for this nigga either, some of yall are thirsty like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2823132461208370989?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1191007659188254215</id><published>2009-09-10T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:52:12.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D E A T H</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfhzR2o0vEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfhzR2o0vEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1191007659188254215?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1191007659188254215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-e-t-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1191007659188254215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1191007659188254215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-e-t-h.html' title='D E A T H'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5990654161560540636</id><published>2009-09-09T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:27:32.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shit that makes you say HMMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/h5rc6"&gt;http://twitpic.com/h5rc6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/h5i5a"&gt;http://twitpic.com/h5i5a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do females do shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ROFL @ This is when you deside to go home and cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fuckin right bruh &amp; you never ever return to the scene of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ftl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5990654161560540636?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5990654161560540636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-that-makes-you-say-hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5990654161560540636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5990654161560540636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-that-makes-you-say-hmmm.html' title='shit that makes you say HMMM'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6299504529127574905</id><published>2009-09-08T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:50:12.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chris brown : GRAFFITI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BpF23RzxKE/SLq8XaPkH9I/AAAAAAAAKk8/mAd_hxjIyYo/s1600/andthenwekisss.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transformer announced as first single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like mr. brown is going to be transforming with weezy f. baby  in the coming weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris Brown may be back on the music scene sooner than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the twenty year old pop star revealed on twitter that he recently finished recording his third album graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “GRAFFITI!!!! COMIN SOON…. JUST FINISHED IT…HANDS DOWN … MY BEST ALBUM… THATS ALL IMA GIVE AWAY RIGHT NOW,” he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; chris also announced in a tinychat session with fans that “TRANSFORMER” featuring lil wayne will be the project’s first single. the two previously collaborated on “gimme that” off his self-titled debut album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on sunday, he told his followers, “I HONESTLY DONT THINK THE GAME IS READY FOR THE RECORDZ I GOT COMING OFF THE NEW ALBUM…. (not tryna be cocky)!!!!lol.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jive Records has yet to confirm an official release date for graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one that noticed its spelled GRAFFATI &amp; not GRAFFITI?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6299504529127574905?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6299504529127574905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-brown-graffiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6299504529127574905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6299504529127574905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-brown-graffiti.html' title='chris brown : GRAFFITI'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BpF23RzxKE/SLq8XaPkH9I/AAAAAAAAKk8/mAd_hxjIyYo/s72-c/andthenwekisss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4974686730577163044</id><published>2009-09-07T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:23:47.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYYYYYYYY!</title><content type='html'>so lastnight i chilled with AV, its was hella late when we got back to my spot &amp; this nigga was past intoxicated. so i said " you can stay at my place til you sober up. " now how his gf found out the location of my spot is beyond me. but i aint trippin i already knew she was bouta get that ass whooped showing up unannounced. so she's balling &amp; screaming yelling thru the door " ILY BABY, please dont leave me. " on some psycho stalker shit. " PLEASEEEEEE PLEASE. " i basically had enough of this bitch yelling thru my household so i walk up front &amp; she hollers " i'm pregnant. " i kindly walk right on back to my room &amp; let them yell it out. so anyways the yelling stops &amp; the door slams. they're gone right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;WRONG&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come back arguing again. all im hearing is " get your fucking ass in the bathroom &amp; take the pregnancy test. " oops. while she's in the bathroom i gotta pee. so im outside the bathroom doin my dance to keep from pissing myself. he yanks her off the toilet &amp; tells me to go pee. i stood there &amp; waited til i felt like going until i moved. then this nigga has the audacity to ask for a kiss. im like nah buddy but he grabbed my face and kissed me anyways. ion deal w. shit like that so i got dressed &amp; went to destiny's house. the only place i can go &amp; just be there. no stress no questions no gestures. i stay there for a while until i get this excrusiating pain in my side. un fucking bareable, soon as i get checked in i go for a sonogram to make sure everything on the inside is okay. everything's straight. so cool, i nap &amp; get discharged then go back to my place. if they were still there i woulda tore into someones ass. i promise i would've. anyways now im okay, so ima relax. nap &amp; eat my snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, koko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4974686730577163044?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4974686730577163044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/boyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4974686730577163044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4974686730577163044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/boyyyyyyyy.html' title='BOYYYYYYYY!'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8285886727442704887</id><published>2009-09-06T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:29:27.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>destruction &amp; building blocks</title><content type='html'>what is it about involved men that is so irresistible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has to be something because so many women fall for it. just this week i encountered two women who have slipped into the trap of fatal attraction for an involvedd man. i'm not writing about this subject to lecture or be judgmental or even to speak from my soapbox about what i know that you don't. my intention is to expose the underhanded tactics, even if unintentional, of men and the naiveté of women that permits these relationships to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what is it about women that make them susceptible to the charm and attraction of an unavailable man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the unavailable man is very attractive to women who do not want to be controlled by a man. he can provide sporadic attention, sex, usually at regular intervals, definitely advice even when you don't ask for it and gifts. you don't have to live with him, which means no snoring, picking up after him, and usually freedom to come and go as you please. the disadvantages however are things like limited spontaneity, lack of availability on weekends and holidays and &lt;b&gt;never being his number one priority.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; women in general are used to getting seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what I mean by that is that women choose to settle for less than what they want. okay, i expect outrage from most of you who are reading this but hear me out, thanks. in this country, men have the power. look around you, how many women president's do we have? how many in the senate, congress, CEO's of fortune 500 companies? how many women make as much money as men do? consider teaching and nursing, two professions primarily occupied by women, what percentage of men are in the profession and what percentage ofthose are in charge? how many men choose to stay home with the children while their wives work and support the family? you get the idea. granted there are many more women in positions of authority, in medicine, the law, entrepreneurs, real estate, finance, business than ever before, but if you are going to be honest with yourself, it's still a man's world. this is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we can live with the fact that men run the world, because women run relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; women, you really are in charge of relationship even if you don't know it. You just need to raise the bar a little on what you expect from a relationship. what i meant by women being used to settling is they &lt;i&gt;don't ask&lt;/i&gt;. let me give you an example. a friend of mine works for a big company; she uses her own computer and pays for her own internet access even though the majority of her computer usage is for her work activities. she has asked the men who run the company to be reimbursed for the cost of her computer &amp; internet access and has been denied. her first inclination was to accept this, until she realized: how many men who use a computer in their job, use their own computer let alone pay for their internet access? men expect to be provided with the tools that they need to do their job, women provide their own tools and accept it when they are denied reimbursement. where does this willingness to be used originate? i think that it originated when women first began to invade the workplace. women weren't greeted with open arms when they first arrived in the workplace. in order to be accepted, they worked twice as hard, longer hours, tolerated abuse in many ways that a man never would and were eager to please, seeking approval and acceptance by over responding. (actually, women were welcomed in the workplace during world war ii but only because men weren't available. when the men returned, the women were expected to go back home where they &lt;i&gt;belonged&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; much of women's acceptance of second-class treatment is their own fault, because they don't even ask for it to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay, i'm a little off the subject of married men, but let me follow this through to the correlation. let's look at a wife. the majority of wives &amp; girlfriends work these days, they also are the primary childcare provider, and most of them do most of the housework and laundry and cooking and shopping as well. they are also expected by their husbands to be sexy and ready for a quickie at the drop of his pants. women do all this because they put these standards on themselves. they still expect that they have to do more and do it better because they are women. so where does a woman cut back? usually it is in paying attention to her husband's primary needs. a man needs sex and most involved men will tell you that the amount of sex that they get dwindles after a while and especially after children. in addition, the amount of time that a woman has to devote to the nurturing, acceptance, approval and attention to her husband decreases proportionately with the addition of children, job responsibilities and a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so this leads us to the plight of the unavailable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; who is the unavailable man? first of all he is a man. men are results oriented. men have a lot of testosterone. they aren't good at deciphering what women want, especially with their own wives or girlfriends. the unavailable man used to run his own life. he came and went as he pleased; he watched or played sports whenever he wanted. he lived his own lifestyle. he could have his girl with him whenever he wanted and she would pay all of her attention to him. now he is married / involved with a couple of kids (or maybe not), a mortgage or rent, a job he has because it pays the most, not because he loves it so much and a girlfriend / wife who used to cater to him exclusively who now has to divide her time between him, the house, possibly the kids, whatever she does on the side &amp; usually her job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a commercial on TV a second ago that shows a man thinking about his studly single days and how sexy he was in those days, with a child in a stroller. he is playing with his child and shopping in the grocery store and a woman is talking to her friend who comments he doesn't even know how much more attractive he is now than he was when he was a stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; men are pretty unconscious about what makes them attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; according to most women it is not their looks that make them attractive, it is who they are and how they produce in the world. so this unavailable man goes to work and comes home and goes back to work the next day. at work there is this woman. she is single, attractive, smart, capable, speaks his language and someone who has time to pay attention to him, generally a bad bitch. it starts as an innocent flirtation. what goes through his mind is something like "let's see if i still have it!" so he starts flirting just to see what happens. not a surprise, she responds to the flirting by flirting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is the beginning of the affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in his mind he is flattered, it is fun, and exciting and just a little bit naughty. what could be more harmless? i'm off the market. i'm safe, i can just have a little fun with this. so it continues. he thinks he can just experiment a little. let's see how charming and creative i can be. let's see if I can get this chick to fall for me. in his mind it is not cheating. he hasn't done anything wrong. In the beginning, he even tells his girl about this chick. he tells her about how smart she is or about some accomplishment, usually what made him notice her in the first place. girlfriends usually miss the first clues. the thought of the effect of his harmless flirtation on the single woman does not even enter his consciousness. so the harmless flirtation continues. it makes him feel good. he is happier at home and everything seems hunky dory. he tells the chick his lover doesn't understand him, she doesn't have time for him, or she just is cruel to him, ungrateful and the other woman becomes his confidant and starts to believe that he really has no choice in the matter. he needs her because his girl is so … whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he now has both a woman at home and a woman on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; recognize that this process may take several years and several different women before anything actually happens in the way of an affair. after several years of living a separate life from his woman at home while they live under the same roof, an unavailable man is ready for a real affair. the reality is that an affair will occur whether it is an emotional or physical affair or even a cyber affair. no matter which way it goes, what occurs takes away from the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what is true about the woman who gets involved with an involved man is that she is looking for attention and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; most likely she is not looking for an involved man with whom she is plotting to have an affair. there are a few predatory women out there who do just that but the majority of affairs start out naively. she is likely to have been previously hurt in a relationship. she may or may not know that the man is off the market. what occurs first is she recognizes that he is paying attention to her. he may just listen to her. it may just be a momentary encounter where their eyes meet and a connection is made. they may be working together and either of them may distinguish themselves in some way. what initially happens is likely to be chemistry. what happens after that varies, however, it usually follows this pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when the woman discovers that he is unavailable, she will make it clear that she doesn't have relationships with involved men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that is the signal for the man to go into conquest mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he will pursue her possibly for years because he enjoys the chase. she will continue to refuse his advances as long as she cantolerate it or until he catches her at a weak and vulnerable moment. if she has a good relationship in her life, chances are she can outlast him, but if she is single, available or married and unhappy, she will eventually succumb. why? because the man is so charming, he's wonderful, he's a knight in shining armor, he's a hero, he's this dedicated man who is so accomplished, attentive &amp; commited. so the woman asks herself what is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she continues to say no and the more she says no, the more aggressive and charming and attentive he gets. this is the ultimate male challenge, to win over a woman who is saying no even though he knows she really is attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; an unavailable man will work harder than any available man to make a woman fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he will be more charming, loving, attentive and wonderful than a woman can imagine that any man can be. so what happens next is this woman who finally surrenders to her feelings for this man, asks him to leave his whatever for her. the response from him will almost inevitably be one of two, but i'm involved &amp; i can't leave or yes, i'll leave my, but not yet (she's not ready, my children are too young, i can't afford it yet, my mother won't approve etc.) initially the woman will respond with anger. "if you love your wife what are you doing with me?" here's the clincher that finally hooks the woman, he is committed to his wife and the woman buys into his honorable dedication to his wife and thinks if only i could have a man who loves me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it is at this point in their relationship that the woman's final act of settling may occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; either she will end it and go off to nurse her broken heart, wondering how he could have been so wonderful and such a dick at the same time, or she will continue the affair and settle for being the other woman in his life. either way the woman is damaged. the man will go back to his love who was either completely unaware of the romantic drama or who also chooses to settle by living in denial of his infidelity. then life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the other woman plays a significant part in the perpetuation of this man's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she makes it tolerable for him to remain in an intolerable situation. she makes it possible for him to remain in a relationship that doesn't satisfy him. that situation can range from boredom to outright contempt, but a man won't leave until his whatever has dismissed him, either consciously or unconsciously. she makes it possible for him to deny that there is anything missing in his relationship with his woman at home. therefore, the wife wins, if you can call it winning to stay in a relationship with a cheating man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the purpose in discussing this at all is to emphasize the fact that women settle and men will cheat because they can. so, women, if you want your man to be faithful, you must pay attention and never settle for less than what you want no matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the essence of the unavailable is commitment. why start a relationship if you are not willing to commit to loving someone exclusively? so why do it if you don't mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on a more serious note, however, i really don't see any point in getting married unless you are marrying someone with whom you have sexual chemistry that you love totally, that you trust implicitly, &amp; that you would rather be over anyone else who also feels the same about you. that feeling of total trust is very rare &amp; it needs to be nurtured. it's also good if you have similar values &amp; goals in life. if and when you find someone that meets all of the above standards, you probably couldn't imagine wanting to be with anyone else anyways. that spiritual bond can be so strong &amp; so valid that it would be out of the realm of possibility to violate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it is impossible to have that kind of trust if you enter a relationship that originated with someone cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so what happens to destroy that original bond? it is the woman's job to provide the appetite for pleasure and the direction for the relationship. this doesn't relieve men of any responsibility for it is their job to surrender to their woman's power &amp; to produce results for her based on what she requests. So, in a relationship that is working the woman must continue to raise the bar for her man and believe in him. what does that mean? she wants a bigger house, more expensive car, more children? not necessarily although those things may be part of the picture. what it does mean is that she raises the standards of paying attention even when life is busy. it means that they make time for sex even when they don't have time. it means that each one of them stay vulnerable with each other even when he/she has done something that embarrasses them or is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's a fragile bond that must be protected and as far as i can see what will protect the bond of love is a woman expressing her appetite that requests more than the man thinks he can produce and then even more vital is that she approves of him and believes in him until he produces it. the most significant element of maintaining a love relationship that works is that both parties must pay attention to each other and to what is happening in the relationship. going to doubt or settling for less than what she wants is the beginning of the destruction of the delicate balance of the man/woman relationship. in this model of relationship, men and women are regarded as different entities with different needs. it relies on using the sex act as the metaphor for relationship, symbolizing men as producers and women as receivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8285886727442704887?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8285886727442704887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/destruction-building-blocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8285886727442704887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8285886727442704887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/destruction-building-blocks.html' title='destruction &amp; building blocks'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8826128854621696699</id><published>2009-09-05T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:31:50.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quickQUOTE</title><content type='html'>to find yourself, you might have to toss aside any preconceived notions you have about who you are in the first place. how can you really explore and discover what you're all about if you begin the journey with strict boundaries already in place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, mickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8826128854621696699?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8826128854621696699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickquote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8826128854621696699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8826128854621696699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickquote.html' title='quickQUOTE'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-488424126729617289</id><published>2009-09-04T12:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:12:50.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fwb's / sidelines</title><content type='html'>there are times in every woman's life where her body wants either what her heart can't handle or her brain knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men are seemingly born knowing how to detract emotions from sex, but women can have a harder time of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know the drill -- you want a man, but not a relationship. or, more to the point, you want some loving, but don't want the strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; maybe you're really attracted to a dude physically, but find him mentally or morally lacking -- like a tanning technician or a bounty hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way you'd ever date him, but why should you deny yourself entirely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;answer&lt;/i&gt;: not a reason in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; negotiating a long term, friends with benefits type situation can be tricky for us ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; niggas can seperate emotions from physical activity. in fact, with many of them, i think it's their default setting. they can spend the night with a woman and then meander off into the sunset without giving the assignation a second thought. but women can have a harder time doing it. we worry that we're being "used" or feel like we're being promiscuous -- talk about a double standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trick is to accept what you've got with this person and avoid trying to make it something it'll never be. i've certainly been guilty of trying to turn a completely fine FWB into a BF, and the results were predictably disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here are some pitfalls to avoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • language: yes, it helps if he speaks a foreign language you don't understand, but that's not what i'm talking about. pronouns like us or we are to be avoided like an open sore and all talk of plans further into the future than an hour or two away is verboten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • meals: Acceptable FWB dining situations include shared bowls of cocktail peanuts, late-night grilled cheese sandwiches, and fancy desserts. meals to be avoided are breakfast, brunch, dinner, with a special get out of jail free card for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • conversation: questions any more probing than "what are you wearing?" and "when can we meet?" can get a little sticky. your FWB doesn't want to hear about your crazy mom and you really don't want him to start yapping about his bitch or problems at home. keep it light, keep it moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • socializing: He doesn't meet your friends, you don't meet his. that goes double for family members. the best thing about having a FWB is that he's your dirty little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see now, at first i was mad at the situation at hand but then it dawned on me, this like a drama free "relation"ship. give that ho at home whatever drama &amp; bs you normally give her, then give me what i need &amp; be on your way. simple as that, quickies in ya moms truck? NO PROBLEM. i'm everywhere she's at including places i dont wanna be. if at anytime we decide to move on no hard feelings. he's more attatched to me than i am to him anyways, i can easily let go once i get what i need or better yet what i want. he sloppy with his shit anyhow, i know his gf's name, he always lets me answer his phone, like tf? bold ass nigga. BUTTTTT if he likes it, i fuckin love it. yadig? the other day i asked if he ever bought his girl a Gucci bag he said nah, never will this is to keep you quiet. GUCCI BAGS TO KEEP ME QUIET? lets ride this shit out bruh. anyways bouta go cash some checks &amp; buy a few fits. HOLLLLLLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, aerin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-488424126729617289?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/488424126729617289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/fwbs-sidelines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/488424126729617289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/488424126729617289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/fwbs-sidelines.html' title='fwb&apos;s / sidelines'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-604706553009121517</id><published>2009-09-03T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:01:06.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THE GAMES BEGIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2qcqi4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamertag : askforit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-604706553009121517?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/604706553009121517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-games-begin_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/604706553009121517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/604706553009121517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-games-begin_03.html' title='LET THE GAMES BEGIN!'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2qcqi4g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6303905817784092247</id><published>2009-09-02T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:48:57.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trey songz : ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/211002e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trey really hasn’t been on my radar, i know a handful of his songs but for the majority he doesn’t strike me as a singular singer, rather the type of artist that is built around a handful of songwriters and producers. after all these years i still don’t know what type of artist he is, purely because he doesn’t come across as serious artist, just the type that seemingly likes to coast it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the material on “ready” is rather so-so – comprised of mainly up-tempo numbers that clearly reeked of Johnta Austin effortless touch – there may be two or three tracks that share the immediacy of what trey is really capable of but for the majority, they border on the tolerable. the album could have really done with 4-5 tracks being cut, there were too many mediocre tracks, were the drake tracks really necessary? the problem for me is that i don’t think trey understands subtlety and when to stop and when to rein in it and leave audiences wanting more. for someone who professes to be a student of the genre, he really needs to do some more homework. his delivery on several of the songs including &lt;b&gt;black roses&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;be where you are&lt;/i&gt; really diminished by his childish and incessant yeahs and moans which really kill the whole vibe for most of the songs. it begs to wonder why &lt;b&gt;ready to make luv&lt;/b&gt; didn’t lead the album, its single handlely frames the whole album’s intent. &lt;i&gt;one love&lt;/i&gt; is the album’s best track, a showcase of what can be achieved when trey takes his material seriously, solid arrangement and his best vocal delivery thus far. &lt;b&gt;love lost&lt;/b&gt; is the type of track that requires a sensitive touch – mario? the final track &lt;i&gt;yo side of the bed&lt;/i&gt; could have been a showcase of a different more refined trey songz but sometimes the song outshines the artist and reveals his true limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not hating, just a true review. he's still a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6303905817784092247?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6303905817784092247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/trey-songz-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6303905817784092247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6303905817784092247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/trey-songz-ready.html' title='trey songz : ready'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/211002e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6642233717763510329</id><published>2009-09-01T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:57:56.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BP3 leak</title><content type='html'>Track List: &lt;br /&gt;01. What We Talkin’ About (Featuring Luke Steele of Empire of the Sun) &lt;br /&gt;02. Thank You &lt;br /&gt;03. D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-tune) &lt;br /&gt;04. Run This Town (Featuring Rihanna And Kanye West) &lt;br /&gt;05. Empire State Of Mind (Featuring Alicia Keys) &lt;br /&gt;06. Real As It Gets (Featuring Young Jeezy) &lt;br /&gt;07. On To The Next One (Featuring Swizz Beatz) &lt;br /&gt;08. Off That (Featuring Drake) &lt;br /&gt;09. A Star Is Born (Featuring J.Cole) &lt;br /&gt;10. Venus Vs. Mars &lt;br /&gt;11. Already Home (Featuring Kid Cudi)&lt;br /&gt;12. Hate (Featuring Kanye West) &lt;br /&gt;13. Reminder &lt;br /&gt;14. So Ambitious (Featuring Pharrell)&lt;br /&gt;15. Young Forever (Featuring Mr Hudson) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release Name: Jay-Z-The_Blueprint_3-2009-H3X &lt;br /&gt;Genre: Rap &lt;br /&gt;Label: Roc Nation &lt;br /&gt;Quality: 195 kbps avg Size: 86.11MB &lt;br /&gt;Rip Date: 2009-09-01 &lt;br /&gt;Store Date: 2009-09-11 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=KPSOF47Z"&gt;BLUE PRINT 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6642233717763510329?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6642233717763510329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-games-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6642233717763510329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6642233717763510329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-games-begin.html' title='BP3 leak'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5224017100855690048</id><published>2009-08-31T10:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:24:29.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to love him.</title><content type='html'>as i look at what i've done &lt;br /&gt;the type of life that i've lived &lt;br /&gt;how many things i pray the father will forgive &lt;br /&gt;one situation involved a young man &lt;br /&gt;he was the ocean and i was the sand &lt;br /&gt;he stole my heart like a thief in the night &lt;br /&gt;dulled my senses blurred my sight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose a road of passion and pain &lt;br /&gt;sacrificed too much and waited in vain &lt;br /&gt;gave up my power ceased being queen &lt;br /&gt;addicted to love like the drugs of a fiend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torn and confused wasted and used &lt;br /&gt;reached the crossroad which path would i choose &lt;br /&gt;stuck and frustrated i waited, debated &lt;br /&gt;for something to happen that just wasn't fated &lt;br /&gt;though what i wanted was something i needed &lt;br /&gt;when momma said no i just should have heeded &lt;br /&gt;misled i bled till the poison was gone &lt;br /&gt;&amp; out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father you saved me and showed me that life &lt;br /&gt;was much more than being some foolish man's wife&lt;br /&gt;showed me that love was respect and devotion &lt;br /&gt;greater than planets deeper than any ocean &lt;br /&gt;see my soul was weary but now it's replenished &lt;br /&gt;content because that part of my life is finished &lt;br /&gt;i see him sometimes and the look in his eye &lt;br /&gt;is one of a man whose lost treasures untold &lt;br /&gt;but my heart is gold i took back my soul and totally let my creator control&lt;br /&gt;the life which was his to begin with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;see i used to love him but now i don't &lt;br /&gt;i used to love him but now i don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5224017100855690048?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5224017100855690048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-used-to-love-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5224017100855690048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/5224017100855690048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-used-to-love-him.html' title='i used to love him.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7736649804539580390</id><published>2009-08-30T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:36:38.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>andre: I wanna rape ur armpits and rub my peener on ur cootie&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: does rape hurt?&lt;br /&gt;andre: Only if u don't get wet&lt;br /&gt;mickey: ima stay dry!&lt;br /&gt;andre: Then expect ripping&lt;br /&gt;mickey: yesssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7736649804539580390?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7736649804539580390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7736649804539580390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7736649804539580390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8972265846250933764</id><published>2009-08-29T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:22:02.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#lameniggashit</title><content type='html'>x x x: Who this?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: aerin.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Aerin&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Hm&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: yep.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Gimme a sec&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: okily dokily.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Gotta get out the car&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Ok&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: uhm, okay.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: What's your name again?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: 8-|&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: aerin&lt;br /&gt;x x x: What's up?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: not much, chillin.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Koo&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: how bout you?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: gettin food with london. I swear this girl always hungry&lt;br /&gt;: 8-|&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: interesting.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: What?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: i said interesting, isnt much to explain w. that.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: I meant what to the smiley&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: nuhn.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Ok&lt;br /&gt;x x x: How u been?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: good, good. emotional as hell, mainly irritated because it feels like my insides are being abused.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: hby kiddo?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: fuckin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: U gettin fucked? Is that why u abused?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: And do u know london? I forgot to ask&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: lmaooo.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: I just threw her name like u knew her&lt;br /&gt;x x x: ...what?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: nah, i banned him from the goods til this is all said &amp; done.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: Ooh&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: &amp; smh @ that question.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: we can skip that whole portion of the convo.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: hows lil boogie?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: What portion?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: London?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: yeah basically, hows the dog &amp; junk?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: I was gon tell her u said hey if u knew her&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: dear god.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: He's good. Not much diff bout him&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: i still wanna borrow him.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: for like a day.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: No lmao. L would kill me. I never let her keep him and she fuckin loves him&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: i see what your doin.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: so movin on.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: What u talkin about?&lt;br /&gt;x x x: U in ny?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: yup til tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: If u see me why u don't speak?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: see you?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: tf?&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: i dont live in NY&lt;br /&gt;x x x: U said u see what I'm doin&lt;br /&gt;x x x: :-/&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: okay don.&lt;br /&gt;x x x: ...I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;m i c k e y B: someone clearly slapped the shit out of you w. the stupid stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAOOO. bruh. if this aint the dumbest convo ive ever had w. a nigga. i mean it aint but its high up on the list. lmao @ not remembering me. i mean, idgaf how long i stop talking to any one i say my name &amp; niggas automatically know. &lt;i&gt;ps, i got it like that&lt;/i&gt; but anyways. i had to hit up theeeee only bitch that knows about this nigga &amp; the shit that went down last july. if im not mistaken. i know it was before i started fuckin w. rodney. but after the school year was over. idk whenever LC left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;moment of silence for LIL COOGI&lt;/b&gt; my sexy VA bby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment over. so im talkin to whitney &amp; shit &amp; she's dyin laughin. like how is this bitch clueless to the fact that i do not fuck with london at all, i mean he's the very reason i dont. yet &amp; still he done mentioned her name bout a million zillion times. bruhhh so blown. if in fact he doesnt remember me then oops, but im already knowin he didnt. too damn quick to mention LONDON. how you open a convo w. "im doing blah blah w. NAME, yada yada?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways now im done. but aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2itmtcg.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smexy no?&lt;br /&gt;this is my cutie for the week &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i desperately want to molest his face. lol.&lt;br /&gt;three more days til the kollctive launches&lt;br /&gt;check out the false idols &amp; preCUMM blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kishezjuice.com"&gt;http://kishezjuice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPPINLOUNGE dot COM - listen ; chat all that good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, &lt;b&gt;aerin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8972265846250933764?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8972265846250933764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/lameniggashit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8972265846250933764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8972265846250933764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/lameniggashit.html' title='#lameniggashit'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2itmtcg_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-617693818802833258</id><published>2009-08-28T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:33:04.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>schoooooool.</title><content type='html'>enrolled back in school, shawty got a few semesters left til she gets her AA then its off to a four year for a BA in english then WAYNE STATE for prelaw &amp; when i pass the bar ima run for mayor, then pres, then i'll slowly take over the fuckin world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;JAJAJA&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first world order. MURDER ALL LAMES&lt;br /&gt;second. TEACH BITCHES HOW TO ACT.&lt;br /&gt;third. END WORLD HUNGER, POVERTY &amp; ILLITERACY &lt;br /&gt;fourth. make sure me, my kin &amp; folk are SET FO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;fifth. ENSURE EVERY HOE THAT EVER HAD SOME ILL SHIT TO SAY ABOUT ME WAS SHOT TWICE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD THEN FED TO MY PITBULLS. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;sixth. NO FAT BITCHES. unless yeah mean thats what you're truly comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres more but, you will all soon see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &lt;i&gt;koko&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-617693818802833258?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/617693818802833258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/schoooooool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/617693818802833258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/617693818802833258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/schoooooool.html' title='schoooooool.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4965311834346807667</id><published>2009-08-27T04:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:43:39.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rfekck.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace ; sir louis vuitton malletier the first.&lt;br /&gt;aka LV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november fourth two thousand eight - august two k nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mickey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4965311834346807667?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4965311834346807667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4965311834346807667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4965311834346807667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip.html' title='rip.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2rfekck_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8254484775709053072</id><published>2009-08-26T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:15:16.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FTWACKNESS!</title><content type='html'>Traxdatbang: what up with u&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: shit, chillin.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: bouta hit the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: can i lay with u&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: my dog might not like that he sleeps on the end &amp; aint too keen on company.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: like that&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: i mean i dont ever speak to you so you asked alot w. that one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: i was tryna get to know u&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: so to get to know me you gotta lay w. me?&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: im not even that kinda chick.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: i didnt mean literally that was a ice breaker&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: oh.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: try another next time.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: ok mami my name kanno so now im not a stranger&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: i know ya name.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: been known since 07.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: any thing new?&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: yeah im single with no kids&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: basically nothing changed since 07.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: yeah i wana make u mine&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: LMAOOO. funny.&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: so when can i make mine&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: im not single, havent been for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: so i guess take a ticket &amp; wait.&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: oh, no comment? figures&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: i never wait n line&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: oops for you then huh?&lt;br /&gt;Traxdatbang: i guess&lt;br /&gt;YUUPmickey: since you're not really sayin much of nothing. ima go on to sleep. hit me whenever you're on again. k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;#FAIL&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: who the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cause i dont know you so . . .&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: you sent me an im so who are you&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: if you dont know me then why on earth do you have my im&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: name&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: but if you really wanna know i'll copy and paste what it says on my screen... Shaye:&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: idgaf about ya name&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: then why are you im'g me&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: im sayin who are you like why the hell are you sayin my name to people.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: obviously you give a fuck about something&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: you wanna be specific&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: because again I dont even have this IM name saved&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: good.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: dont save it.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: illaa.ghee is not in your Messenger List&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: is what is says at the top of my screen&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: before you im me with your bullshit at least let yourself be known&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: thanks&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: i just wanna know why you're talkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: because you clearly dont know me &amp; idk you&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: and STILL your name hasn't been said in this box&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: you're what 24? way too damn grown to be starting shit.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: so WHO are you for me to talk shit about... clearly you're not that important&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: mickey right? &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: 24 Aug 09, 15:06&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: LMFAO is um &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: 24 Aug 09, 15:06&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: i know yall know &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: Shaye: I think it was her Lala&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: Shaye: then again I don't know because on UM she was never bold enough to drop into the cbox... just bang through yahoo&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: tis all &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: 24 Aug 09, 15:14&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: she the only bitch who says &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: 24 Aug 09, 15:14&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: cee: LALA!: it is her &lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: lord I wish you hoes would stop im'n me about my age but yet... you IM'D me I live in the real world.. no one sends me a text or calls me in the real world and talks shit and not expect it back from me&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: i mean i could givea fuck which box it was in.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: you're speakin on me like we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: you're an internet banger&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: ?&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: point blank period&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: srsly?&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: yup you're right.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: sending me messages just proved my point&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: but thanks&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: i just asked who you were&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: for proving me right&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: sure didnt start anything.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: so you went through the trouble of looking me up&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: nope&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: when you dont know me&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: clearly you did&lt;/FADE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: because we dont have each other on YIM&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: i clearly just asked who you were &amp; how you knew me.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: anna just sent a message w. ya sn.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: so this is in fact Mickey from UM&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: had she not this lil convo wouldnt have happened.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: but anyhow&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: =)) shoulda have known&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: tell her thank you for the publicity greatly appreciated&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: now, ftr i goes in noone's cbox.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: &amp; i dont bang via the net&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: lmaooo &lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: so get it together&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: yet anna just gave you my im &lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: okkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- insert copy &amp; pasted convo -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: you get it together and dont im me about bullshit that you want to prove untrue, yet prove to be true in the first place&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: i mean yeah, thats basically how i got it.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: so next.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: clearly&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: I see how you got it.. once you mentioned anna&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: tryna make it seem like i went lookin for you.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: anyways.&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: SHE's the one that brought you up in our conversation&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: its obvious you dont know me &amp; i dont know you &amp; it'd be so awesome if you didnt speak about me.&lt;br /&gt;ayoMICKEYYY!: s'all i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blocked&lt;/b&gt; oh &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;#FAIL&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeshuhloves: BITCH WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH YAH DUCK FACE ASS :)&lt;br /&gt;teeshuhloves: KEEP IT OUT OF IT KTHANKS&lt;br /&gt;teeshuhloves: I HEARD U HAD MY FUCKIN NAME IN YOUR MOUTH&lt;br /&gt;teeshuhloves: :|&lt;br /&gt;missMICKEY: you heard wrong, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;BLOCKED&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three convos that i just felt like sharing. feel free to message anyone of those SNs, irdgaf. btw i know kanno personally like irl, havent seen him since i stopped going to crenshaw.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8254484775709053072?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8254484775709053072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/ftwackness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8254484775709053072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8254484775709053072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/ftwackness.html' title='FTWACKNESS!'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2623346850761212666</id><published>2009-08-25T21:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:41:34.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>abunchashitijustwantedtoblogabout (:</title><content type='html'>aside from yesterday being a total disaster on Y! w. bitches comin at me from all sides. my day was cool.&lt;br /&gt;just wondering how this bitch that doesnt know me figures im an e-gangsta. like srsly if &amp; when i do talk to people im either geekin or i'm on some serious shit. specially w. broads in her bracket i gotta constantly tell em stfu talkin about me. srsly you dont know me &amp; if you got that much fuckin mouth meet me at my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;BUCK UP OR SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply put. chicks older than me think they put some sense of fear in me over some fuckin web shit. sikeeee cause for one they're not gonna punch me in my mouth, for two &lt;i&gt;they're not gonna punch me in my mouth&lt;/i&gt; &amp; for three THEY'RE &lt;B&gt;NOT&lt;/B&gt; GONNA PUNCH ME IN MY MOUTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the shit i find extremely hilarious. i'm supposing this bitch feels she got some dirt on me w. statements such as these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA!: mickey right? &lt;br /&gt;24 Aug 09, 15:06&lt;br /&gt;LALA!: LMFAO is um &lt;br /&gt;24 Aug 09, 15:06&lt;br /&gt;LALA!: i know yall know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what they know? cause i'd like to know. i'm not bouta argue w. this broad for any given reason. for starters she's seventeen &amp; apparently she's not on my level. on top of that this bitch is an e geek. aint a day that goes by that she isnt on the fuckin computer, she lives &amp; breathes this shit. andddd this ho isnt even in my area or any where near me for me to give a flyin damn what she has to say at the end of the day bitches that talk shit via the net are extremely insecure creatures. hell i'd be insecure as fuck if i looked like &lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/11wg2so.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too. click the word this too peep the fuckery. anyways. enough of that. lets talk some personal shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avon pissed me all the way off w. that childish ass shit he did. talkin bout i dont take him srsly so lose his number. right, so i was like fasho -click. every hr on the hr this nigga calls me. what the fuck type shit is that? i want you to lose my number but ima call you all the fuckin time? shit, he got me fucked. most of yall know we work together &amp; he jumps on the truck w. me tryna speak. WHY? FOR WHAT? in my book sayin lose ya number mean we have nothing left to even speak about. thats that lame nigga shit i keep jumpin into. i must have &lt;i&gt;IF YOU'RE A LAME NIGGA ; SIGN UP HERE&lt;/i&gt; written on my fuckin forehead. its all good thoe, it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to rodney today so i'm guessin he's unmad from the radio / shut up incident. nothing really spectac came up. he has a gayer than gay history teacher which should make for a fun class IMO. i like flamboyancy to a certain degree. anyways we're gone get some crabs together &lt;3. &amp; i absolutley love how all my homegirls are claimin we're secretly back together. i doubt that highly. i like where i'm at right now w. him. speakin terms is better than no terms amirite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have the strongest urge to go bald. like a lil bit longer than amber rose's. but still short enough to be considered bald. that'll be a big leap sooo i'll give that some time. ask my friends what they think. maybe gradually chop off some so i can get used to a shorter look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this dude i liked, his name is chris. we're on twitter &amp; he got so bent over an update like people could see his @replies on his personal timeline, anyways he asked me to delete it &amp; i was like nah. so anyways im supposing that constitutes as a falling out cause im not talkin to him &amp; vice versa. i might appologize but im over the bullshit, its an update shit aint permanent you couldn't even see it on my time line 10 minutes later. smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, treion put me in her bff section. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want another tattoo, two actually. one on my shoulder &amp; another on my foot. suhm like &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWU3wX2cDLQ/SBj1zOAva0I/AAAAAAAACII/ZvvQrR8ccYg/s400/flowers_in_my_shoulder_tattoo.jpg"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; minus the red &amp; pink, or &lt;a href="http://www.thailandmagic.com/tattoo%20design/Beautiful%20Tattoo%20Design%20at%20left%20Shoulder.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; idk yet i want it to be cute w. a dress or some spaghetti straps on. yenno. far as the foot same applies i want it to look good w. a nice thong sandal i actually love &lt;a href="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t204/ashley_d692001/DSC00947.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; concept with the stars &amp; junk. oh btw. the &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;i&gt;thats&lt;/i&gt; in the paragraph are clickable. but i most definitely loveeee &lt;a href="http://tattoosworld.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/foot-tattoos-32.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; the colors are gorgeous. and i might be able to get it colored in depending on the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it on the update holla tomoro&lt;br /&gt;xoxo mickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2623346850761212666?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2623346850761212666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/abunchashitijustwantedtoblogabout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2623346850761212666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2623346850761212666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/abunchashitijustwantedtoblogabout.html' title='abunchashitijustwantedtoblogabout (:'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6358198544082063497</id><published>2009-08-24T23:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:54:24.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for the birds</title><content type='html'>&amp;` FOODstamps™: i`m lonely and fake rofl .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: well anyways, glad u placed that shit in word and foud out how many pages rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: ur sad . ur 23 and tryna start shit with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: puhhlease&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: I didnt place it in word&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: u sound like ur loely and fake and REALLY pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shayeshakool: and thanks hun im 24, get it right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: idon`t have rtime 4 u&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: I didnt start anything with you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: i said message me if u got a question . what is ur question&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: I just find it funny that you wanna call yourself holy and christain but send out bullshit like that&lt;br /&gt;&amp;` FOODstamps™: if not, what was ur point of messaging mebesides 2 loo k dumb&lt;br /&gt;shayeshakool: stop playing with god and get yourself a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the fuck @ the italicized part. i wouldnt have even corrected that. made the bitch seem even more dumb arguing w. a chick 6 years younger than her. UNEDUCATED FEMALES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6358198544082063497?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6358198544082063497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6358198544082063497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6358198544082063497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-birds.html' title='for the birds'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2899207973119211103</id><published>2009-08-23T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:32:01.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>updateeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2qjxbav.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally updated that shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2899207973119211103?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2899207973119211103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/updateeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2899207973119211103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2899207973119211103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/updateeee.html' title='updateeee'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2qjxbav_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8916805285106583927</id><published>2009-08-17T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:52:32.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling</title><content type='html'>i definitely had to come back and blog, the most epic FTW event happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leme recap, today's been no drama no bullshit for the most part. randomly some bitch on twitter claims i stole her sn when i dont even know her go fuckin figure that one &amp; mcbillions is definitely my sn everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click my links below, and mcbillions definitely was my blogger url til that shit happened with brandon &amp; mysteriously my shit got deleted. anyhow. all my homies are hitting me up like who is this bitch &amp; alls i can say was shit if i know &amp; i dont really give a shit. she can fall off the side of the earth wouldnt even phase me. thanks to her thats now the new running insider. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to donovan, im suprised that i actually talked to him without coppin an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donovan: What's up&lt;br /&gt;mickey: the sky.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: That's fucking nice smart ass&lt;br /&gt;donovan: How that ass been&lt;br /&gt;mickey: fine.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: That's great&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Been keepin that body up to par&lt;br /&gt;donovan: For daddy&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmao&lt;br /&gt;mickey: @ for daddy&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Koo koo&lt;br /&gt;mickey: nigga pls.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Lol&lt;br /&gt;donovan: You know im daddy&lt;br /&gt;donovan: She callin me daddy&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;mickey: nope.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Been keepin it nice an tight for me&lt;br /&gt;mickey: nope&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i been keepin it tight for me.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Awww&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Both us&lt;br /&gt;donovan: That's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;donovan: I been keepin it long hard&lt;br /&gt;donovan: An stiff for yu bay&lt;br /&gt;mickey: lmaooooo.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: is that right&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Yes mam&lt;br /&gt;donovan: I know u been waitin a long tme to get daddy&lt;br /&gt;mickey: nah, im over you.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: been for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Yeah I see&lt;br /&gt;donovan: I gotta get that back thow&lt;br /&gt;mickey: why?&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Cause I doo &lt;br /&gt;mickey: good luck.&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Man they den messaed my order up @ walmart had me waitin like 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;mickey: you poor baby&lt;br /&gt;donovan: I know&lt;br /&gt;donovan: Gimmie kiss&lt;br /&gt;mickey: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i was good. thats all part of my this is gone be a good day spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drumroll please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;CUES DRUMROLL&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know alot of yall know my relationship w. rodney&lt;br /&gt;&amp; our status ; but anyways had we stayed together today wouldve been our one year anniversary a fucking milestone if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i text him like happy anniversary ily &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he texts back &lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/14mck21.jpg"&gt;ly2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-inserts blushface here&lt;br /&gt;click ly2 to see the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my epic event today, ohbtw strawberry anything fuckin sucks twan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo koko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8916805285106583927?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8916805285106583927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gotta-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8916805285106583927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8916805285106583927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='i gotta feeling'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1596986198047999816</id><published>2009-08-16T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:13:44.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>horrified, simply horrified</title><content type='html'>omg, yesterday was a good ass day. i went over my hours [MOAR MULA BAYBEE]&lt;br /&gt;went out to chill with my moms.&lt;br /&gt;slept&lt;br /&gt;talk to the homegirl about the usual shit, never grows old yenno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basic ass shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up to use the bathroom, i have two entry ways to my bathroom but i was gone grab my skittles before i went. i walks out of my room to see this naked fat chick on my fucking couch suckin my room mates dick. most of yall know my room mate is a stripper sooo he gets paid to turn these bitches inside out. but we agreed none of that shit unless the other is gone &amp; it stays in your room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coulda went off but i was like, why would i wanna go see that shit, my vision is fucked &amp; i clear as day saw that mess a closer look wouldve made me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do in this type of situation?&lt;br /&gt;email text IM &amp; tweet me your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im baffled and horrified. my couch is no good to me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1596986198047999816?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1596986198047999816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/horrified-simply-horrified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1596986198047999816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1596986198047999816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/horrified-simply-horrified.html' title='horrified, simply horrified'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3844105454010340584</id><published>2009-08-14T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:00:02.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3799361537_fd77be4e33.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he not the sexies thing?&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say so i'll&lt;br /&gt;leave it at that. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3844105454010340584?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3844105454010340584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3844105454010340584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3844105454010340584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3799361537_fd77be4e33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7820415035731942671</id><published>2009-08-13T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:05:03.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>girl gone head with that shit.</title><content type='html'>females, i cant stand 99.999% of yall. why? cause yall bitches are triflant and good for nothing. grudge holding, i gotta harp on the past type muhfuckas. this bitch at work trips me out bruh, like i wanna rip the skin off her face &amp; smack her for some of the shit she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on the sort tower and this ho starts sayin oh im so hot, im so hot im bouta faint. so they take her off her tower &amp; i end up busting out her truck &amp; mine. mind you each truck has atleast three thousand packages minimum. those shits range from one lb to onehunnid + she just so happens to come back as the last package floats up the belt. i was like HELL NAH! so she ends up scanning for me, niggas know i stop the belt for no reason cause i toss 50lb boxes like its nothing. she sends atleast a good thirty boxes unscanned &amp; upside down. i dismiss it, but it happens again so i kindly hop off &amp; tell her "scan this shit properly lablels up one at a time, next box comes up wrong you will be written up." im guessing she took me for a liar cause she did it yet again. i sure jumped down &amp; wrote her idiot ass up &amp; i made her sign it cause if she didnt and she left the premisis the right up wouldve been null &amp; void. she goes, i'm really sorry im not feeling good. i woulda believed her if she wasnt dancing &amp; jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ho is an odd one, i mean i fucks with her but if you fuck up my rotation you're fucking with my money &amp; if you fuck with my money there's bound to be some problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7820415035731942671?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7820415035731942671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-gone-head-with-that-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7820415035731942671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7820415035731942671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-gone-head-with-that-shit.html' title='girl gone head with that shit.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7228704399580130441</id><published>2009-08-11T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:33:23.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWLSHAMMERCY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2807838577_83cbed0126_o.jpg?t=1053139"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadthnxbyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7228704399580130441?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7228704399580130441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawlshammercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7228704399580130441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7228704399580130441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawlshammercy.html' title='LAWLSHAMMERCY!'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2390449281116068759</id><published>2009-08-10T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:13:30.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny that everytime i let myself think about this nigga epiphany comes on somewhere. like a sign this nigga just needs not be back in my life. what does that shit mean? like all bullshit aside, im just wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw.&lt;br /&gt;fuck dunkin donuts! i went there tryna get an iced coffee bitch straight sneezed near the machine &amp; expected me to accept the drink.&lt;br /&gt;HO DONE LOST HER RABBIT ASS MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im jammed up in this ohio hotel w. six sleeping bitches wondering why it is that i just cannot sleep. in another 17hrs i will have been up a total of 96 hrs. shit aint healthy. ima go lay next to my play brother i dont trust donny, he tends to grope bitches while he "sleeps" who has full on dry sex in a state of slumber? noone. sumh is fishy about that. i got the video suhm where round here, not gone look for it thoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.crushspot.com/file.php?id=5973165"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.crushspot.com/file.php?id=5922237"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want me a nigga like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat tat tatted up&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk whatelse to post so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2390449281116068759?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2390449281116068759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-funny-that-everytime-i-let-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2390449281116068759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2390449281116068759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-funny-that-everytime-i-let-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8028845308962876594</id><published>2009-08-09T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:43:53.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant about exes &amp; some other shit</title><content type='html'>man, i give give &amp; give some more and it be one time that i decide to say no that a bitch decides they wanna be salty about it. im sick of givin a fuck, yenno why cause givin a fuck aint something i do typically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was my suprise half bday party it was off the hook no specific moment was outstanding but it was over all fun we did typical club shit, except we had the club to ourselves. me &amp; my play brother mar his bday is today had a conjoined party so we matched head to toe. well same colors, i had on black &amp; red &amp; so did he. ill get the pics from him cause sidekicks &amp; dimly lit areas = ASSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my homegirl's baby is under weight, like extremely underweight so tuesday we're going to harbor hospital to get her checked out &amp; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently headed to ohio, i contemplated hitting rodney up but then i nixed the idea. no need dipping your spoon in some shit you dont want. plus idk if its me but he just seems like he'd bore me to death. aside from music &amp; movies we no longer have anything in common.  its funny, cause i completely changed who i initially was to accomodate him, yenno with that whole one down forever to go thing and what not. we all know that failed big time. but talking to him wasnt as exciting as i figured, yeah he did hit me with the bogus where the fuck you been bit, knowing good &amp; well my whereabouts were the least of his concerns. anyhow just seems like he idk how to put it, uhm like he's still in the same place or better yet like he retrograded. i say that because on cs he saves this rinky dink tag from this awful looking brawd. leme log in so i can delete my page &amp; view this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;size=20&gt;ROFL,&lt;br /&gt;its goneeee&lt;/size=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad he deleted that shit, it disturbed me looking at that fuckery, BRAW &amp; PANTIE`S? srsly ?&lt;br /&gt;i implied he was messing around w. her because of the message &amp; its entirity i couldnt really give a damn if he's diggin chick but he denies it. im convinced he wont find anybody better than me. no chick will ever sincerely give a fuck the way i did. so much shit these hoes cant match &amp; back then i was some rinky dink 18 y.o with the mind of a hs. freshman. i could totally reitterate the fact that he made me a better person, or better yet he factored in my self improvement, cant give him any extra cred. really no need thoe. oh &amp; then check we're texting doing the friend thing &amp; he says some assholish shit like i dont keep anything that reminds me of people i think im never going to talk to again. basically, enough said. main reason i'm not hitting him up when i get to cle &amp; im probably just going to redelete him out my phone. GRANTED, he did say that was about everyone but nah man fuck that you know who you're speaking to when you say what you say. moving right along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whitney just now called me a roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;FUCK YOU WHITNEY!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposedly supposed to get some quality time w. chris, dont see that happening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: Sorry I haven't wrote u I been busy&lt;br /&gt;ayoillaa: yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;i have a stalker&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this nigga claims he got my number from mar, so i ask mar he doesnt even know anybody w. his name. im like okay so he calls me for an hr straight just constantly constantly calling i finally pick up &amp; what does he do? hangs up. like a fuckin clown. smh. im still tryna figure out who he is. cause i only talked to him once via phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways enough.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo illaG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8028845308962876594?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8028845308962876594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/rant-about-exes-some-other-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8028845308962876594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8028845308962876594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/rant-about-exes-some-other-shit.html' title='a rant about exes &amp; some other shit'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-3278801902859930202</id><published>2009-08-08T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:01:43.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wtfhov?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.netweed.com/prohiphop/graf2/jay-z-blueprint-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after taking my exes advice i listed to the previous blueprint albums &amp; american gangster, good shit. rodney (hand claps) bear in mind my jigga views have flipped drastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, many are making it a point to write hov off based on DOA (&lt;i&gt;which by the way still fucking sucks to me&lt;/i&gt;). there seems to be a tracklist floating around as well. im going to say that that isnt the real one ever album one makes its way around the net. all it takes is some listening to some interviews and an imagination. plus, come album time, jay keeps on recording til the very last minute. also, the man said it himself that he's delivering the album to the head of atlantic records personally to prevent stuff like this. it seems as of late, the in thing to do is go against jigga for whatever reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you all take a look back at what has been the best career of anyone in hiphop, period. come nine eleven, you naysayers will all eat your words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-3278801902859930202?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/3278801902859930202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtfhov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3278801902859930202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/3278801902859930202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtfhov.html' title='wtfhov?'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-5532769004249394358</id><published>2009-08-06T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:16:50.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/jg0e53.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2djb59t.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-5532769004249394358?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/5532769004249394358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4735742106597452953</id><published>2009-08-04T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:22:47.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODmusic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2naspdk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imculture.com/store/"&gt;buy moonlighting for $6.99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4735742106597452953?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4735742106597452953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodmusic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4735742106597452953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4735742106597452953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodmusic.html' title='GOODmusic.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2naspdk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-6863543983039533953</id><published>2009-08-03T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:25:46.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/s5x0dx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like ass but im gone be out and about today, im currently blogging from the marc train. when i get home i shall inform you all about my misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-6863543983039533953?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/6863543983039533953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-some-random-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6863543983039533953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/6863543983039533953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-some-random-stuff.html' title='just some random stuff.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/s5x0dx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2184066236407892636</id><published>2009-08-02T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:48:30.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>labels&amp;LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;LABELS&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of Shopping for labels, shopping for love Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I already know what my addiction is I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love I shop for purses while I walk out the door Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it And, I’m not concerned with all the politics It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What I know is that I’m always happy when I walk out the store, store I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I might come off as negative I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love Relationships are often so hard to tame A Prada dress has never broken my heart before And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things Men they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings I’m into a lot of bling, Cadallic, Chanel and Coach Fellas boast but they can’t really handle my female approach Buying things is hard to say Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier So we can’t go all the way, I know you might hate it but I’m a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'all this shit is really about aint it?&lt;br /&gt;yup. anyways i dont have anything of importance to speak about the drugs make me feel looooooopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo mcky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2184066236407892636?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2184066236407892636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/labels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2184066236407892636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2184066236407892636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/labels.html' title='labels&amp;LOVE'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-4291746705351942531</id><published>2009-08-01T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:11:42.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrecked</title><content type='html'>so today i got into a car accident, it all happened so fucking fast, i remember turning then i remember shoving my car door open to get out, forehead was bleeding uncontrollably. im lucky i didnt get killed cause i sure didnt have my seat belt on. something inside told me to stay my ass inside the building &amp; wait for John to finish loading his trucks, alot of shit crossed my mind when we hit, like wheres my fucking check, how many points is this gone be, is the chick in the car paying to get my shit fixed, is that bitch well enough to give the police her insurance info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for atleast two hrs i was passed out from hyperventalating, last thing i remember in the ambulance was the EMT saying, sweety breath you're only making it worse. oh &amp; that painful ass IV, pain on top of pain = no good. then my nurse was a bitch, i cussed her out twice, im asking for a blanket, "no you're okay." fuck she mean by that? bitch im cold, then i asked for some socks, i collect a pair everytime i go to the hospital "did you lose your shoes" tore into that ass again. i had the hardest time doing it the second time cause my neck got stiff as fuck so i had to keep shifting all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time john got to the hospital i was going in for chest xrays, i looked fucked to the up and he looked scared, cause my head was cocked off the side of the bed, and i had a blankie covering my entire body with my eyes wide open but it hurt to close em. when i got back to my room he damn near laid me out "i told you stay on my belt til im done, didnt i say that? i didnt want you to get me breakfast, you see what you did?" then i started crying and he massaged my legs, too scared to touch anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my homegirls were lined up by my door tryna see if i was okay, stroking my hair helping me to my bed, bringin me juice my favorite kind too &lt;b&gt;APPO&lt;/b&gt;! idk how many people i told but i had 30+ missed calls when i got up. dont ask me how john transported me to his house without me knowing, i got on my night gown and everything and im cleaned off. &lt;b&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby is totalled, like her steering wheel is in the engine and my gears wont shift, straight smokin like the insides caught fire from the crash, if you could see the front of my car you'd wonder why i aint dead or wrapped up in some body cast, chick in the next car is fucked for life, one because im hurt, two because she was driving on her LP (&lt;i&gt;learners permit&lt;/i&gt;) with no supervision so yuhhh, glad im okay. thanks to the bitches that were concerned when i only said i was hurt, fuck you slores that wanna be all extra "oooh are you okay." now that i said my car is totalled. well anyways john is about to feed me. click the "here's" below to see pictures of my injuries &amp; other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2is9tok.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ykj8xx.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/2vipbbp.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/2zyjw9e.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/24uvywg.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-4291746705351942531?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/4291746705351942531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrecked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4291746705351942531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/4291746705351942531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrecked.html' title='wrecked'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-7142830459514988198</id><published>2009-07-31T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:12:23.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#imjustsayin</title><content type='html'>mickey: the tranny lesbos trip me out&lt;br /&gt;chris: Chicks with dicks is the new rage&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmfao&lt;br /&gt;mickey: you went from being a heterosexual male to being a transexual lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;mickey: T-Girls&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmao&lt;br /&gt;chris: Word&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;chris: Shit don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;chris: Only in the souf&lt;br /&gt;mickey: right&lt;br /&gt;mickey: coulda brought that chick home no problem, now he stuck w. a chopped in half dick &amp; some ole other shit he didnt need.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmfaooo&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i dont get that shit.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;mickey: the entire sex change process is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;mickey: thats too much money, i like being who i am.&lt;br /&gt;chris: I can't imagine desecrating my beautiful penis&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol word&lt;br /&gt;mickey: if you dont like you the way you are kill yaself, a funeral is cheaper&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmfaooooo&lt;br /&gt;chris: U crazy&lt;br /&gt;mickey: either way you goin to hell.&lt;br /&gt;mickey: so, save yaself the duckets&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;chris: Werd&lt;br /&gt;mickey: the ones that are doin it are like these huge ass men.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmao&lt;br /&gt;chris: Yo&lt;br /&gt;mickey: niggas 300lbs 6'7 tryna pass off as a woman, idk who they think they're foolin but i can sense it.&lt;br /&gt;chris: That's intense I'd never move there&lt;br /&gt;chris: My aunt lives there now&lt;br /&gt;chris: Fuck visiting lol&lt;br /&gt;ayoillaa: flamer city.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmao&lt;br /&gt;mickey: end up a fag before you leave here&lt;br /&gt;mickey: cause one these lil abominations gone getcha&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-7142830459514988198?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/7142830459514988198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/imjustsayin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7142830459514988198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/7142830459514988198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/imjustsayin.html' title='#imjustsayin'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8455094656005436602</id><published>2009-07-30T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:22:09.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaaaaaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>aloha, sup w. yall? ahhh not much over here just doin what i do best. i miss bloggin just never have time for it workin these two jobs im off from kfl until august tenth so im catching up on a lot of shit ive been missing out on. 100 articles in a day, YAY ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally my love life is in shambles, i learned never fully commit unless you know its right. yeah you can wife me but im cakin up another nigga on the side, prawlums? you can bounce sidepiece becomes the main and another takes his old position simple as that. JC is still my boo, regardless of the bullshit that went down.&lt;br /&gt;JOHN is thee main, solely cause i see his ass all day everyday. &amp; CHRIS is my new sidepieceeee. he makes me giggle in my good parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mickey: i got two good fuckholes, if a nigga pushes for anal after i set the guidlines im just gone assume hes gay.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmfao&lt;br /&gt;chris: Ur verncacular is ftw&lt;br /&gt;mickey: yus, yus it is.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;mickey: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;chris: @_@&lt;br /&gt;mickey: i wanna roll you up in a little ball and shove you in my vagina.&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lmao&lt;br /&gt;mickey: you can stay forever!&lt;br /&gt;chris: Lol&lt;br /&gt;chris: How bout I just camp out in there&lt;br /&gt;mickey: ohYEAHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-giggles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm im sleepy two more day til i get my check. &lt;223344556677889900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ly, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8455094656005436602?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8455094656005436602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8455094656005436602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8455094656005436602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8280720158792978582</id><published>2009-07-09T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:28:47.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;33</title><content type='html'>this blog shit is escaping me, im so busy. these are the last days of the pageant. we have rehersal after rehersal after rehersal &amp; then i gotta go home &amp; sleep so i can be up for work at 1 am, it takes an hr to get ready &amp; another half hr to get there. =/ . this shit is stressful. plus i lightweight twisted my ankle at work. man nothing extremely good happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, he happened. man, idk why i started liking him but he seems like a keeper. &lt;b&gt;&lt;123456789&lt;/b&gt; w. his lil dancin ass. whats most attractive about him is he is so not with the nonsense, most niggas our age start off with games not him thoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else been goin on? nuhn &amp; id be lyin if i said shit was remotely poppin on this end. let me explain my shitfuckass fourth. mayneeeeee i woulda been content w. one barbeque. didnt even leave the house til 8pm to ride down tothe harbour. every one with sense takes the train down there cause they block the streets off &amp; its always a pack of pedestrians that need to get back to the station before 11 so you're stuck at one light for a good thutty minutes. but anyways theres a fuckin stampede for no reason then niggas get to shooting on calvert street then after that i jumps on the bus, fuck walkin in the streets while niggas open fire. this bitch has a diabetic coma im like oh muthafuck no she starts coming to &amp; shit &amp; the bitch has the nerve to have a siezure, i was too thru with that shit. hops on another bus =| niggas get to scrappin like its nothing, bus stops niggas getting arrested by that time i was hella pissed my phone died and i couldnt call anyone to come take me home. five minutes later another altercation between some disabled folk i was like can we please get real? PLEASE! i wanted to go home so bad, pulled a few on the plus side. i didnt call thoe, not intersted anymore nahmean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin to TN in august &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;chill w. my possible bewface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my badge &amp; my first check !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/161kjgm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my picture looks shot to fuckin hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis all. missed yall &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;xoxo. mickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8280720158792978582?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8280720158792978582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8280720158792978582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8280720158792978582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/07/33.html' title='&lt;33'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/161kjgm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1735771880431101964</id><published>2009-06-30T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:46:36.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhaithere.</title><content type='html'>before i begging blogging about me, i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=20&gt;&lt;font face=georgia&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK UP ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL FUCKING JACKSON SHEESH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shut the fuck up about michael jackson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movin on, finally getting back into the swing of working, it fucks my sched all the way up. i cant sleep during the day &amp; by the time im tired i need to have my ass up for work. i work overnight two am - nine am. bummer. so, ant &amp; i no longer speaking, it bummed me out a bit cause i liked him but yenno me, hump em &amp; dump em. im off friday mornin at nine til tuesday morning at two. can you say hibernation ? i know i can. met a bunch of new people &amp; i love all of em, that has never ever happened before. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/urbanmetro"&gt;urbanMETRO*&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;somewhere you need to be, read the basics&lt;br /&gt;before you fuck up my roster.&lt;br /&gt;k? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im drawing blanks &amp; im tired so bye.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1735771880431101964?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1735771880431101964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhaithere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1735771880431101964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1735771880431101964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhaithere.html' title='ohhaithere.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-8613043737517149529</id><published>2009-06-18T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:45:36.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yaooooo.</title><content type='html'>its pouring down rain &amp; im not big on getting wet after i showered unless im goin in the pool. this weather is perfect, stay in the house fuck, sleep, fuck some more &amp; sleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bad the only person id give it up to is way in west bubble fuck. its a 12hr drive that im not up for. plus i gotta pbj (probation before judgement) i cant drive outside of MD until my hearing. a bitch swerves one time &amp; im already fucked deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow today is gone be slow.  im giving my laptop a twelve hr break wore that shit out for a long minute. im updating my layout from wasalu on the move to townsVILLAINS since everyone seemed a lil lost ill explain. remember the power puff girls? well they lived in townsville &amp; im dedicating my layout to all the primary villains i forgot about the gang green gang, they'll get their shine another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for urban metro today, hell to the naw @ the process to get started is hell &amp; then some. im finally done &amp; i'm proud of myself. shan's character &amp; mine are besties &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;W0oT!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i did my work earlier this morning cause im not doin a damn thing today. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis all, watch videos, slide shows &amp; listen to music. i didnt shuffle the music this time. idk why, its cool thoe, you'll live skip the track if you dont wanna listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-8613043737517149529?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/8613043737517149529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/yaooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8613043737517149529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/8613043737517149529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/yaooooo.html' title='yaooooo.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-734207118951250537</id><published>2009-06-18T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:09:41.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SODEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBXKxdgN4J8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBXKxdgN4J8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL @ THIS NIGGGGGGAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ag4MP5MNjxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ag4MP5MNjxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-734207118951250537?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/734207118951250537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/sodead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/734207118951250537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/734207118951250537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/sodead.html' title='SODEAD'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-9004432320001996770</id><published>2009-06-16T23:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:47:59.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chillin.</title><content type='html'>im just chillin, updating this shit.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of seeing chris brown so he has to go&lt;br /&gt;im also tired of these same 17 songs in rotation&lt;br /&gt;except the cudi &amp; gaga shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new shit got me doin this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/orr0oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/orr0oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/orr0oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/orr0oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao @ trey songz, ion much like him.&lt;br /&gt;he makes good music. so im like a nigga fan.&lt;br /&gt;the kind that justs likes the artist not&lt;br /&gt;how they look. yenno. he doesnt need a new groupie &amp; i dont &lt;br /&gt;have space on my roster under cudi &amp; gaga.&lt;br /&gt;two at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm i put up a showcase, peep it.&lt;br /&gt;its under my tweets. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/t65lqh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima make sixhunnid by friday, yenno why i got so many followers?&lt;br /&gt;cause im interesting. duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crillz, thats my flawda bussit behbeh&lt;br /&gt;i showed im ow tuh thow it bike[/plies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, im tryna think bout whats really good right now. aint shit really spent 200 outta 640. 40 on my hair. dont ask me what she did for that 40 but i gave her exact change ion tip bitches, ask them niggas down at the strip club. then 32 on my eyebrows &amp; eyelashes. i got them shits extended. i was feelin myself earlier. now all im doin is blinkin &amp; wiping my eyes so the cute factor is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my pudding face today, we didnt talk about shit so ill leave it we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting a tattoo friday. &lt;br /&gt;carpe diem on the back of my wrists it means cease the day. kind of a motivational thing &amp; i wont have to ask myself what the flyin fuck was i thinking when i got that tat when im 50 +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies of TEAMJUICE photoshoot,&lt;br /&gt;i might stay in NY for that.&lt;br /&gt;i got a work orientation thoe. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, ill see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;tis all til tomoro lovies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-9004432320001996770?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/9004432320001996770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/chillin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9004432320001996770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/9004432320001996770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/chillin.html' title='chillin.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/orr0oi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-31482658986084737</id><published>2009-06-16T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:47:38.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yqxnet6_PiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yqxnet6_PiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, this nigga doesnt even know the words.&lt;br /&gt;then what the fuck is up with the hair?&lt;br /&gt;third just WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-31482658986084737?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/31482658986084737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-off-this-nigga-doesnt-even-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/31482658986084737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/31482658986084737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-off-this-nigga-doesnt-even-know.html' title=''/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-1057389587981656473</id><published>2009-06-15T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:27:57.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hell nah.</title><content type='html'>everyone knows i cant drive outta state cause i only have my LP, im lazy &amp; i dont like the DMV lines. so anyways i had to be back in NY today so i can go see my lawyers tomoro, my mom couldnt take me &amp; my only other option was greyhound. never again. i got on a the "express" bus, aint shit express about that bus. stopped five different places &amp; the traffic pissed me off. then i almost got kicked off the LIRR cause i caught the peak train w. an off peak ticket. on top of that my cousin had no damn electricity, but kickin it at her house was fun. i got no work done today but im on that shit tomoro. idk why i didnt even attempt when i got in the house. lazy shit. i called my puddin today we talked for about 40 minutes. i giggled when he asked if i planned on knowing him for the rest of my life. awww. not much happened today, prolly nothing tomoro either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luh yall, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;mickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-1057389587981656473?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/1057389587981656473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hell-nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1057389587981656473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/1057389587981656473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hell-nah.html' title='oh hell nah.'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407722105260676137.post-2398692123212514220</id><published>2009-06-14T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:37:29.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>- as usual i styled on them bitches at waltz rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;- found out i'm 4th on the debutante pageant roster idk why im collecting money if i dont get a portion if not all of  the money back. yenno? &lt;br /&gt;- visited the dressmaker, bitch was no help.&lt;br /&gt;- went home&lt;br /&gt;- ate&lt;br /&gt;- slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;the end&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407722105260676137-2398692123212514220?l=codenameill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/feeds/2398692123212514220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2398692123212514220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407722105260676137/posts/default/2398692123212514220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameill.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>illaa TOO trill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420095705358804326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wsuvadx0IHk/Sq5frgXD5QI/AAAAAAAAABs/CPHRAPc0vBc/S220/m_1b665e0f180b43579cd5891a40d8e451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
