<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:32:03.934-04:00</updated><category term='i live for moments like this'/><title type='text'>Pass No Judgment</title><subtitle type='html'>House Rule #6</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2932986103018605027</id><published>2010-03-05T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:47:40.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's that girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/S5Ft5zT3QJI/AAAAAAAAALM/ncqkKwWrcl8/s1600-h/Zoe_Saldana%20-%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445254264261132434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/S5Ft5zT3QJI/AAAAAAAAALM/ncqkKwWrcl8/s320/Zoe_Saldana%2520-%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I want to have more sex, travel more, drink more wine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love life,” in her interview for her winning title. She also says, “I love women. I worship women. Don’t want to be any other woman but myself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2932986103018605027?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2932986103018605027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2932986103018605027' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2932986103018605027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2932986103018605027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-that-girl.html' title='She&apos;s that girl'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/S5Ft5zT3QJI/AAAAAAAAALM/ncqkKwWrcl8/s72-c/Zoe_Saldana%2520-%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3998655935064765885</id><published>2010-02-27T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:08:08.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Lady Beyonce</title><content type='html'>Now &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is the Beyonce that I knew was in there. Bump that smile for the camera Beyonce, but the "For real? Did you just ask me that? You're getting shade for the rest of the interview" Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95p9F5kH_MM&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3998655935064765885?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3998655935064765885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3998655935064765885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3998655935064765885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3998655935064765885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-lady-beyonce.html' title='The Real Lady Beyonce'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3134472801492734437</id><published>2009-12-25T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:48:14.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to remember this</title><content type='html'>When the time comes for me to look back at my blog in say 5-10 years and read these old posts I want to remember this and just note the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="1567056" alt="EMBED-Did You Know: Social Media free videos" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="464" height="289" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12276"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7646"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MTU2NzA1Ng=="&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://embed.break.com/MTU2NzA1Ng=="&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MTU2NzA1Ng==" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/did-you-know-social-media.html" target="_blank"&gt;EMBED-Did You Know: Social Media&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/" target="_blank"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Video viewed from the homies site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetgoon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.internetgoon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3134472801492734437?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3134472801492734437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3134472801492734437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3134472801492734437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3134472801492734437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-remember-this.html' title='I want to remember this'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-7635589640877127256</id><published>2009-12-04T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:27:35.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick of the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SxlRMvKTAEI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDgBvbGAr04/s1600-h/16570_219346455870_60126025870_4820903_2320535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411445706522296386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SxlRMvKTAEI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDgBvbGAr04/s320/16570_219346455870_60126025870_4820903_2320535_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melanie Fiona can do no wrong to my ears these days. I purchased both she and Ri Ris albums and can't move from Rude Boy on Ri's but can't seem to switch a song on Melanie's. Just beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-7635589640877127256?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/7635589640877127256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=7635589640877127256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7635589640877127256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7635589640877127256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/12/chick-of-moment.html' title='Chick of the Moment'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SxlRMvKTAEI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDgBvbGAr04/s72-c/16570_219346455870_60126025870_4820903_2320535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-797814117568497537</id><published>2009-12-04T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:53:34.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92xAbubI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hy-d2qfqUYo/s1600-h/hayden-panettiere-short-hairstyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424438339746226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92xAbubI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hy-d2qfqUYo/s320/hayden-panettiere-short-hairstyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92ibycZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QEEHcCGD6zc/s1600-h/AAAAC6Rf4MwAAAAAAGH1Hg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424434427949458" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92ibycZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QEEHcCGD6zc/s320/AAAAC6Rf4MwAAAAAAGH1Hg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92WciP1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GxD3uVzZQm0/s1600-h/1621944_f496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424431209856850" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92WciP1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GxD3uVzZQm0/s320/1621944_f496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk9DeEan_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/znfw-kzz0tg/s1600-h/second+loook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-797814117568497537?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/797814117568497537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=797814117568497537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/797814117568497537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/797814117568497537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-not-my-hair.html' title='I am not my hair'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk92xAbubI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hy-d2qfqUYo/s72-c/hayden-panettiere-short-hairstyle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4859797664139293516</id><published>2009-12-04T11:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:44:32.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TFLN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk8KRBe1yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iYBhgZlIuT8/s1600-h/TFLN_header_ah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411422574328338210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk8KRBe1yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iYBhgZlIuT8/s320/TFLN_header_ah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend recently put me on to an amazing site &lt;a href="http://textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;Textfromlastnight.com&lt;/a&gt; It's way better than FML because these just seem real whereas FML seems like people craving for attention are posting what they think will draw comments and attention. Womp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights from around my area. The first three numbers represent the area code of the person texting.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(917)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WISH UPON A TAMPON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(718)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They constantly get farther than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(718)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tampons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(718)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just saw 3 10-year olds in business suits drinking iced coffees at the cafe. I'm officially a failure if these kids have jobs and I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(484)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just heard a guy discussing with someone else the amazing blow job you gave him. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;’m in New York. Over 2 hours away from where you live. I have never been more proud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4859797664139293516?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4859797664139293516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4859797664139293516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4859797664139293516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4859797664139293516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/12/tfln.html' title='TFLN'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk8KRBe1yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iYBhgZlIuT8/s72-c/TFLN_header_ah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6377535815992954284</id><published>2009-12-04T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:31:53.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Guy Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk0ayFw0WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/08sm6WztWQQ/s1600-h/twitter_fail_whale_wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411414061989548386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk0ayFw0WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/08sm6WztWQQ/s320/twitter_fail_whale_wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgive me not, for I have neglected my blog and joined the world of Twitter. This I may add just might be the saving grace. As a chick leaving her best friend and leaving her boyfriend, I started to wonder to who do I tell those little meaningless nothings? Who do I talk to about those lame everyday things that I think no one understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not without solid friends, because that's what I've always surrounded myself by. Never on those obsessively work harder on their looks than on their futures, only go to exclusive shit to feel exclusive, drama smile in your face, but everyone talks behind your back and secretly hates and envies everyone else chicks. I have two solid cliques - The Fortress and 1303. Then some randoms in between - Prep, QB, Interns, and Allen. And I definitely don't take those randoms in between for granted. Me and my homie have a solid relationship, but she isn't on the drug and I think I may have started to spend more time tweeting than bbm-ing her. That also changed when she got a job and actually had to work...womp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put other ppl on the drug, just like I put other ppl on bbm.  It's great and it's hard to let go.  Where else can you talk to a group of friends about this random comment overheard on the train, tripping up the stairs and hearing horns honk as you do it, buying yet ANOTHER pair of shoes, getting a new gadget, your latest lover boos, every 5 seconds of an awards show, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like "The Family Guy Risk" You think you are the only person who is experiencing this and low and behold everyone else thought they were the only one too.  Pure comedy &amp;amp; pure relief.  Get in the know and make a change.  Lots going on and I like it.  I expect this to last only until after the superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post had no goal, but obviously went the way of my latest addiction. So fat shouts to you. Twitter 1 Donna 0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6377535815992954284?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6377535815992954284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6377535815992954284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6377535815992954284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6377535815992954284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-guy-risk.html' title='The Family Guy Risk'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sxk0ayFw0WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/08sm6WztWQQ/s72-c/twitter_fail_whale_wide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2011182767499319830</id><published>2009-08-28T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:36:26.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She isn't even modeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Spg_uoCT0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3ijoDBU8yFo/s1600-h/she+aint+even+modeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375116225520325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Spg_uoCT0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3ijoDBU8yFo/s320/she+aint+even+modeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fabulosity that is miss Chanel Iman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2011182767499319830?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2011182767499319830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2011182767499319830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2011182767499319830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2011182767499319830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-isnt-even-modeling.html' title='She isn&apos;t even modeling'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Spg_uoCT0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3ijoDBU8yFo/s72-c/she+aint+even+modeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5742835547936562208</id><published>2009-08-27T10:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:27:41.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy you better don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SpaX1uihzLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q2n2ND7fmQ/s1600-h/boy+you+better+dont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650154594978994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SpaX1uihzLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q2n2ND7fmQ/s320/boy+you+better+dont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5742835547936562208?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5742835547936562208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5742835547936562208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5742835547936562208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5742835547936562208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-you-better-dont.html' title='Boy you better don&apos;t'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SpaX1uihzLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q2n2ND7fmQ/s72-c/boy+you+better+dont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3319534116691034816</id><published>2009-08-14T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:48:02.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuscitation Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SoXNRYaBmkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JCmCNza7Z9M/s1600-h/naomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369923829202262594" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Finally, a book that helps you get through the other type of breakup.” —Andrea Lavinthal and Jessica Rozler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8118049652755774859?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8118049652755774859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8118049652755774859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8118049652755774859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8118049652755774859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/08/pachanga.html' title='Pachanga'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8899533137121352726</id><published>2009-07-31T18:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:26:03.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best to Ever Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SnNtNveilNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zu9IyXMZm4g/s1600-h/real-housewives-of-atlanta-season-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364751663978681554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SnNtNveilNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zu9IyXMZm4g/s320/real-housewives-of-atlanta-season-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kandi &lt;/strong&gt;- I really hope you aren't getting played by this man with SIX, count em, 1. 2.3.4.5.6 friends for your daughter. On another note, what are the other girls of Xscape doing? Kim's sister and the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NeNe&lt;/strong&gt; - While some people would not look her way without this housewives shit, in fears it may lower their stock, NeNe, Nay Nay for the AC 360ers out there, would be someone that I would add to my circle - she is hilarious, loves a good time, loves a gay man, jokes for days, confident in herself, witty as shit, and is confident in her own. Loves me some Ne Ne muah muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't know what it is, but...man I just can't put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim &lt;/strong&gt;- am I the only one who thinks that you should only have one session with Rose. As far as I can see, my hand lines do not change monthly. Also, I'm single, former mistress, wear a wig, can't read, and a box of rocks...she clearly isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She by Sheree&lt;/strong&gt; - Who gone check me boo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8899533137121352726?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8899533137121352726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8899533137121352726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8899533137121352726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8899533137121352726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-to-ever-do-it.html' title='The Best to Ever Do It'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SnNtNveilNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zu9IyXMZm4g/s72-c/real-housewives-of-atlanta-season-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1612454822275010242</id><published>2009-07-31T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:13:13.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364750226418341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SnNr6EJcltI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wWsPKbasbGk/s320/driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renting cars in and out of state and driving everyone and they mama around. On deck:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Nissan Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Chevy Colbolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Nissan Murano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Toyota Corolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hyundai Sonata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1612454822275010242?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1612454822275010242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1612454822275010242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1612454822275010242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1612454822275010242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SnNr6EJcltI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wWsPKbasbGk/s72-c/driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8121922577298790274</id><published>2009-06-29T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:12:29.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Let Trey Out to Play with You Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352937276923814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Skl0F5_9oiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/muRRah3WNQ0/s320/trey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8121922577298790274?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8121922577298790274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8121922577298790274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8121922577298790274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8121922577298790274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-let-trey-out-to-play-with-you-guys.html' title='I Let Trey Out to Play with You Guys'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Skl0F5_9oiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/muRRah3WNQ0/s72-c/trey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2328045073830414206</id><published>2009-06-26T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:11:16.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting with the Man In the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first heard the news via hot97 (same way I heard about baby girl Aaliyah's tragic death) I sat at my desk in disbelief. Googling all credible news sources trying to see if it was true and hoping it was not. Three stories were surfacing 1. He was in the hospital after experiencing cardiac arrest 2. He was in a coma and they were waiting for the family to arrive and make the final decision 3. The King of Pop was gone. But secretly I knew, when one source is reporting death it has to be true. No one would sacrifice their credibility to catch the first break in saying that this iconic man has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away, I thought back to my sister's 5th birthday party on March 2, 1988 in my home on 121st and Farmers. See every year my family and friends gathered for me and my sister's birthday party. Thankfully one of my family members always recorded these events so they could always be plastered in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was fun as it always was. My close family members where there - my cousin most likely in his sailor outfit (navy pants and blue and white sweater) that was his going out outfit. My father with cheese doodle in mouth. Sucking it in and out making me, his 2 year old baby girl, laugh histerically no matter how many times I saw it. Cousin Elise, looking like the girl in every LL Cool J video, it's a Queens thing, My grandpa &amp;amp; grandma, Aunt Sheila, Uncles Solomon &amp;amp; Mickey, neighbors - Naja and Lashonda, Aunt Amy and Uncle Joe - who were really just my next door neighbors on the other side, and several of my mothers friends from work came by to say happy birthday to my sister and to see everyone together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video shows adults laughing and children running around and playing (David not so much because his mama was ready to give it to him in every birthday video). In the corner in the living room you can see this bright light on the ground by the window that the camera pretty much stood clear of throughout the whole tape. The adults had one by one leaked into the living room and the kids, unsure of what was happening just continued to run and play. Then you hear "Shhhh Cousin Michael is on" Silence ensues. My mother bends down and turns the knob on the TV and everyone sits there in awe. Adults hold their position of elbows bent on knees and palms on chin, my aunt grabs my cousin as he sits silently on her lap, others, who would have normally complained over not having a seat, stand motionless and Don Don, who would have been told not to stand so close to the TV, stands feet away from the television totally still, watching this man pour his heart out not for himself, not for the Grammy's, but for the world to make a change within their own hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 3 chorus, I, at 2 years old, began to step side to side, in a baby sway for the rest of the performance. To know what was going through my mind at that moment is priceless, but as an on looker of the entire room today, you can see the impact of Michael, not only on his family, friends, fans, and loved ones, but on the mind of a 2 year old child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what people say about him, no matter who wants to claim or not claim him, this man has made an impact on each and every person, performer, friend, family member, child, enemy, and soul that has entered this here Earth post 1958.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be missed. He is loved. And in his memory, I've decided to adhere to his wishes and start with the man in the mirror. RIP Cousin Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4COxumzxKw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4COxumzxKw&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2328045073830414206?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2328045073830414206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2328045073830414206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2328045073830414206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2328045073830414206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-starting-with-man-in-mirror.html' title='Starting with the Man In the Mirror'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3078818669273046292</id><published>2009-06-08T10:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:40:04.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing from my heart...</title><content type='html'>Today I realized that I'm okay. I've reset my work homepage to my daily devotionals, which forces me to read it everyday (though today I jumped right into email) One of my Vandy bebes sent me a forward that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dear God:*&gt; *The girl reading this is beautiful, classy and strong, and I love her.&gt; Help her live her life to the fullest.&gt; Please promote her and cause her to excel above her expectations.&gt; Help her shine in the darkest places where it seems* *impossible to love.&gt; Protect her at all times, lift her up* *when she needs you the most, and&gt; let&gt; her know when* *she walks with you, She will always be safe.&gt; Love you Girl!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this I was grateful, but I realized that, at this moment, I have no worries. Though many might because of things that have recently happened I don't. The things are so small and insignificant and so unimpactful in my overrall scheme that I don't even worry. I received a text from Tahoe today apologizing and I honestly felt his sincerity and to tell you the truth, I'm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of writing this post **during work** my SVP calls us into one room to notify us that one of our long term clients' husband passed away from a heart attack this weekend. At their daughters HS graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I come back to my desk to see a text from a dear friend encouraging us to stay in good health due to recent miscarriages in her sisters attempt to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This honestly goes to show you how minut your problems are in relation to the big picture. I am grateful for everything that I have right now. And even though some people in my shoes may be stressing, I am thankful that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZwpOonWul-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZwpOonWul-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/4BePE9/music/3u3T9zkU/hezekiah-walker-grateful/"&gt;Grateful - Hezekiah Walker&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3078818669273046292?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3078818669273046292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3078818669273046292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3078818669273046292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3078818669273046292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowing-from-my-heart.html' title='Flowing from my heart...'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6023905511949331847</id><published>2009-04-04T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:24:01.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4940117870664833205-6023905511949331847?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6023905511949331847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6023905511949331847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6023905511949331847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6023905511949331847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s the Climb'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3483602416316078435</id><published>2009-04-04T14:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:12:36.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let this make the book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SdexGG0pEGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_dPWZGW_3Yw/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916203230269538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SdexGG0pEGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_dPWZGW_3Yw/s320/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellen Degeneres has one and so do Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. I told a former friend that we should make one, but she explained that it would just make her sad if she didn't do all the things on there...paaugghstt. That's the purpose of a bucket list, to make sure you do all of the things you wanted to do before you kick the bucket. We had one for senior year and now I've got one for before 30. Tonight I get to scratch off another one on the list as I go in with a few lady friends, have fun, talk, joke, drink, taste, touch, feel, and, for some, purchase the latest inventions in spicing up your sex life. Passion Party Time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3483602416316078435?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3483602416316078435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3483602416316078435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3483602416316078435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3483602416316078435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/04/don.html' title='Don&apos;t let this make the book'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SdexGG0pEGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_dPWZGW_3Yw/s72-c/passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4516925431157362759</id><published>2009-03-15T16:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:50:48.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the Most Fiestiest of Them All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pM1wrm8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zbDeF9ZyWAY/s1600-h/tiny+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pMmzr5jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pSKCvlxa10Q/s1600-h/lil-mama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313518800663733810" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pMmzr5jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pSKCvlxa10Q/s320/lil-mama4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pMVkHemI/AAAAAAAAAGI/05pIbl3gLbg/s1600-h/lil_kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313518796035029602" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pMVkHemI/AAAAAAAAAGI/05pIbl3gLbg/s320/lil_kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pM1wrm8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zbDeF9ZyWAY/s1600-h/tiny+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313518804677663682" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pM1wrm8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zbDeF9ZyWAY/s320/tiny+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really think about it. Who is the hoodest, most shit talking, fiestiest, popping offest chick in your neighborhood, school, or on your block. I guarantee you she is the shortest one in the clique. Pretty much why &lt;a href="http://dlisted.com/node/31152"&gt;this foolishness&lt;/a&gt; didn't surprise me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4516925431157362759?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4516925431157362759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4516925431157362759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4516925431157362759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4516925431157362759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-is-most-fiestiest-of-them-all.html' title='Who is the Most Fiestiest of Them All'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb1pMmzr5jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pSKCvlxa10Q/s72-c/lil-mama4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5010851862948355728</id><published>2009-03-15T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:53:27.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot come soon enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb03RRsYEdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pCwWcmFtnmU/s1600-h/miami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313463905313886674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb03RRsYEdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pCwWcmFtnmU/s400/miami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 by Nashville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 by Alumni Weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 by Miami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5010851862948355728?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5010851862948355728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5010851862948355728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5010851862948355728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5010851862948355728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/cannot-come-soon-enough.html' title='Cannot come soon enough'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sb03RRsYEdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pCwWcmFtnmU/s72-c/miami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5604691721754303554</id><published>2009-03-14T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:25:51.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastry for Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbvag2dltoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/35HBdf34gqQ/s1600-h/kanye+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080443323922050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbvag2dltoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/35HBdf34gqQ/s400/kanye+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5604691721754303554?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5604691721754303554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5604691721754303554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5604691721754303554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5604691721754303554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/pastry-for-men.html' title='Pastry for Men'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbvag2dltoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/35HBdf34gqQ/s72-c/kanye+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2375253011954876470</id><published>2009-03-13T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:33:33.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Words From Little Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SbpuiOojxzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wAbiL8jt_KA/s1600-h/quest-crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312680244759742258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SbpuiOojxzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wAbiL8jt_KA/s400/quest-crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You guys remind me of the Ninja Turtles&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup they're Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2375253011954876470?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2375253011954876470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2375253011954876470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2375253011954876470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2375253011954876470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-words-from-little-mama.html' title='These Words From Little Mama'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SbpuiOojxzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wAbiL8jt_KA/s72-c/quest-crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2773715768669854661</id><published>2009-03-13T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:30:16.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing About Harlem Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbpt9JquLsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C9SWhYThEf4/s1600-h/briana-160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312679607771475650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbpt9JquLsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C9SWhYThEf4/s400/briana-160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Watching Cynthia, Regina, Briana, forgettable go estra hard with her outfits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wondering how Kanye feels seeing the female version of himself in his ex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Waiting for that moment when I realize how I know Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Figuring out if any of these guys are actually cute or I just feel like I have to pick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Peeping the crowd for more ppl I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Trying to figure out if Landon and Jimmy are 1st or 3rd cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. And of course...the intro song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2773715768669854661?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2773715768669854661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2773715768669854661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2773715768669854661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2773715768669854661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-thing-about-harlem-heights.html' title='The Best Thing About Harlem Heights'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/Sbpt9JquLsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C9SWhYThEf4/s72-c/briana-160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2219525118159208588</id><published>2009-03-05T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:35:53.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piperlime I choose you</title><content type='html'>me: WAIT you know David had his baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise:  yes, I saw the pix online. email David here and there.  need to get down there too.  wanna see all the rug rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  right jordan is HUGE! like a real little boy toddler is out the door&lt;br /&gt;Elise:  I can imagine.  he's adorable - so is Anthony hope you're taking your time.  one cousin at a time with baby stuff. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  lol girl dont worry none of that for me i gotta make my own money before i start spending it on a child i was thinking about getting a dog and how to afford that lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise:  don't get a dog. tough to take care of when you want to go away or something.  too much responsibility. babies aren't for me.  i like shoes better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  LOL love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2219525118159208588?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2219525118159208588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2219525118159208588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2219525118159208588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2219525118159208588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/03/piperlime-i-choose-you.html' title='Piperlime I choose you'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2178584473517958405</id><published>2009-02-27T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:06:25.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>None greater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 20th to Do the Right Thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 years! Really!  Amazing film.  Fortunately/unfortunately still very relevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SahVFn5V0BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xysvzSe5PdY/s1600-h/RadioRaheem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585715953324050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SahVFn5V0BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xysvzSe5PdY/s400/RadioRaheem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2178584473517958405?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2178584473517958405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2178584473517958405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2178584473517958405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2178584473517958405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/02/none-greater.html' title='None greater'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SahVFn5V0BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xysvzSe5PdY/s72-c/RadioRaheem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4611937420772480654</id><published>2009-02-27T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:24:26.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i live for moments like this'/><title type='text'>Fraternity of Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you shoot me and curve the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She looks to see who is behind me and dies laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4611937420772480654?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4611937420772480654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4611937420772480654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4611937420772480654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4611937420772480654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/02/fraternity-of-brothers.html' title='Fraternity of Brothers'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6942578062350849422</id><published>2009-02-26T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:24:25.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from Lil' Mama</title><content type='html'>Ya'll wanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll Want It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll wannii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6942578062350849422?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6942578062350849422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6942578062350849422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6942578062350849422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6942578062350849422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-from-lil-mama.html' title='Words from Lil&apos; Mama'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1590240237340919998</id><published>2009-01-11T11:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:17:02.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on Punishment</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday Jam-r put me on shopping punishment. I wasn't allowed to buy anything for 7 days. I didn't last 24 hours as I purchased two work out DVDs which I called K Waugh for validation that it was a good DVD and I could purchase since it was for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/M3Jge06d7t/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/M3Jge06d7t/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/b4CWcn/music/8ZEAb6gs/rihanna_bad_girl_f_chris_brown/"&gt;Bad Girl f. Chris Brown - Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1590240237340919998?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1590240237340919998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1590240237340919998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1590240237340919998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1590240237340919998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-on-punishment.html' title='I&apos;m on Punishment'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3630929883115853612</id><published>2009-01-11T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:04:21.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby please don't turn the page</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When did you turn the dial from Hot97 and start to jam to the other stations. This all before Power 105.1 For my sister I think it happened while at Van Buren - during the days where one of us would rush home to get the phone saying that she cut class before mom did. I could never really rock with her listening to that, like how...when...what even started this. Me, I was a late bloomer, if I am using her as my reference. I think I started in Lville days circa 2001 or 2002 and haven't turned back since. If Flex repeated a song too much or dropped one too many bombs or 106 became too elementary, I turned to VH1, MTV, MTV2, MTVU, and now Fuse. This is where I discovered my love of Ashley Simpson, M.I.A. - pre makeover, White Tees, Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Carrie Underwood, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/series/top_20_countdown/"&gt;http://www.vh1.com/shows/series/top_20_countdown/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3630929883115853612?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3630929883115853612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3630929883115853612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3630929883115853612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3630929883115853612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-please-dont-turn-page.html' title='Baby please don&apos;t turn the page'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-606000278286159553</id><published>2009-01-11T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:20:36.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My week goes hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little history on my week thanks to AOL Black Voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 11, 1971Queen of hip-hop R&amp;amp;B Mary J. Blige was born Mary Jane Blige in the Bronx borough of New York City. According to her official Web site: "There's little, if any, denying that Mary J. Blige is one of the greatest singers of our time. The proof is in the consistent #1 albums and singles, six (6) Grammy awards, seven (7) multi-platinum records and 15-years of love from the public, critics and fellow artists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 14, 1940Founding leader of the Civil Rights Movement Julian Bond and politician was born in Nashville, Tennessee. Chairman of the NAACP, Bond is further distinguished as the first black person to be nominated to be Vice President of the United States. He withdrew his name during the 1968 election, feeling that he was too young for this role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 15, 1929Legendary leader and civil rights icon Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was born Michael Luther King, Jr. in Atlanta. NobelPrize.org states: "At the age of thirty-five, Martin Luther King, Jr., was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize. When notified of his selection, he announced that he would turn over the prize money of $54,123 to the furtherance of the civil rights movement."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 15, 1957Actor and director Mario Van Peebles was born in Mexico City, Mexico, the son of ground-breaking writer-director Melvin Van Peebles and a German actress. In addition to Mario's many achievements in acting and directing, "[i]n 1991, he was chosen by People magazine as one of the 50 Most Beautiful People in the world" (Aaregistry.com).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 16, 1950Actress, dancer and choreographer was born Deborrah Kaye Allen in Houston, Texas. Allen lived in Mexico as a child, because her mother wanted her children to experience part of their live free of the South's extreme racism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 16, 1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singer and actress Aaliyah was born in Brooklyn. During her short life, Aaliyah sold 32 million albums world-wide, and garnered five Grammy nominations. She died tragically in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 17, 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actress, singer and dancer Eartha Kitt was born on a cotton plantation in North, South Carolina. Kitt's stunning style, unique voice and feline elegance helped her to create a successful international career spanning five decades. Kitt died of colon cancer in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 17, 1931Actor James Earl Jones was born in Arkabutla, Mississippi. Jones may most famous for his deep and distinctive voice, which has been featured for the roles of Darth Vader and Mufasa in 'The Lion King' (1994).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 17, 1942Boxing great Muhammad Ali was born Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr. in Louisville, Kentucky. Known for fabulous flights of speech, Ali once stated: "If Ali says a mosquito can pull a plow, don't ask how. Hitch him up!" But on the night of Obama's election, the legend said: "I was filled with emotion as I watched President elect Obama's speech last evening. This is indeed an historic occasion for America and the rest of the world. It is a dream fulfilled for many."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-606000278286159553?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/606000278286159553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=606000278286159553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/606000278286159553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/606000278286159553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-week-goes-hard.html' title='My week goes hard'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-9009601432473792283</id><published>2009-01-11T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:22:00.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's got one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, that friend who always takes things one step too far. The one who takes a joke and turns it nasty, who makes an insult really hurt, who people watches and seems like an asshole. We've all got one. So here, meet mine. BI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"B.I. said remind yourself nobody built like you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SWoJSJKx_3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gf2S6Aat2bU/s1600-h/BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290050919603502962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SWoJSJKx_3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gf2S6Aat2bU/s320/BI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SWoJSJKx_3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gf2S6Aat2bU/s1600-h/BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at 3:08am on January 2nd, 2006&lt;br /&gt;you only showing ya left eye cuz ya right eye be wandering don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SWoJSJKx_3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gf2S6Aat2bU/s1600-h/BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at 10:20am on January 13th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Like i said this morning...Happy Birthday you cursed ass nigga! don't break no mirrors thats some serious bad luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11:43pm on September 17th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;I need your guidiance and advice and you're doing chicken noodle soup dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4:15pm on December 3rd, 2006&lt;br /&gt;u got a big nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:07pm on December 26th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;I'm not laughing at you...Wait yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9:30pm on February 25th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Fuck ur college exp....Tennessee is waaaack...thats right i'm hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10:44am on February 26th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Donna I hate you with all of my heart. We are no longer friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:41am on March 27th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;mugshot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:41am on March 27th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;stop complaining about yo damn allergies it snowed in boston last nite. i'll take allergies over snow in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:44pm on April 6th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;yo ur wack D. rizz i read the away msg and thought that was some original shit...its just another damn beyonce song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11:23am on April 17th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Damn miko my comment wasn't even up there for a full day yet b4 u tried to shut me down. Stop with the international hate homie, I don't need that love. Go chill on the beach or something lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2:38am on November 29th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;"donna is going to the gospel extravaganza"YETdonna got her titties out in her profile pic....contradiction much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3:23am on January 3rd, 2008&lt;br /&gt;lol. keep talking shit. i'll put ya business in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12:53am on January 16th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;everyone else on 1/13: Happy BirthdayBrian: hoe ass hoeI love our relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:56pm yesterday&lt;br /&gt;capricorns ain't shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, via bbm:&lt;br /&gt;Your moms a man (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But how much love do i have for him. You'll never know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-9009601432473792283?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/9009601432473792283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=9009601432473792283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9009601432473792283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9009601432473792283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyones-got-one.html' title='Everyone&apos;s got one'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SWoJSJKx_3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gf2S6Aat2bU/s72-c/BI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2053230834528646847</id><published>2008-11-28T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:22:28.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint Nothing Like My Brooklyn Girl</title><content type='html'>Upon reuniting with my former best friend from JHS on the train one late work morning, I found that we still had several things in common - Project Runway, Tim Gunns Guide to Style, Reality TV, dislike of hoodrats, Queens, etc. I went back and told my bff about the reunion and received a hearty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tell her to fall back"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_wPFskQI56Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_wPFskQI56Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2053230834528646847?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2053230834528646847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2053230834528646847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2053230834528646847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2053230834528646847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/11/aint-nothing-like-my-brooklyn-girl.html' title='Aint Nothing Like My Brooklyn Girl'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-7195288634123656614</id><published>2008-11-22T19:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:33:16.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently the thing to do is be surrounded by two beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SSikWLUKbtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LrjewLbi_Zk/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271644064738602706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SSikWLUKbtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LrjewLbi_Zk/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_bNXC69yNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_bNXC69yNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rx9HZWiu1T4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rx9HZWiu1T4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-7195288634123656614?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/7195288634123656614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=7195288634123656614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7195288634123656614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7195288634123656614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/11/apparently-thing-to-do-is-be-surrounded.html' title='Apparently the thing to do is be surrounded by two beauties'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SSikWLUKbtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LrjewLbi_Zk/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4305609977233267225</id><published>2008-11-22T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:00:12.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I know my hoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271542677523522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SShIIqgZ45I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j_aGSwj3nts/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Been riding with these ladies for a solid 8 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4305609977233267225?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4305609977233267225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4305609977233267225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4305609977233267225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4305609977233267225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/11/cuz-i-know-my-hoes.html' title='Cuz I know my hoes'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SShIIqgZ45I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j_aGSwj3nts/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-400902624622441006</id><published>2008-11-22T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:53:41.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look back</title><content type='html'>I wanna remember this shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGemjUvafBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/SGemjUvafBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4940117870664833205-400902624622441006?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/400902624622441006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=400902624622441006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/400902624622441006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/400902624622441006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-look-back.html' title='When I look back'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4587206087788293991</id><published>2008-11-22T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:48:28.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing so so so so so</title><content type='html'>Good...Life right now has turned around for the best.  This has been the most trying, yet most rewarding week of my life.  Saturday I booked my flight. Sunday I counted the weeks until I saw him again (5.5).  Monday I cried...at work, but found solace in a co-worker after email chatting with her about wanting to take a personal day, but thought it would look sketch coming from a 22 year old on a Monday morning.  Tuesday I saved my mom. Wednesday I got arthritis of the thumbs, but kept typing.  Thursday, I read through Prep's FY'08 book.  Friday, I was told there would be no one to help in my department (mixed feelings), no more merit awards ($), budget cuts to ensure no one got fired, most likely no annual raises, and taught myself how to do something at work and received huge thanks from the front office, but more importantly internal glee.  Saturday, today, I realized if I act right I can have my license sooner than later, and I may go to Vegas this February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4587206087788293991?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4587206087788293991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4587206087788293991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4587206087788293991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4587206087788293991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-doing-so-so-so-so-so.html' title='I&apos;m doing so so so so so'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1833429062219286774</id><published>2008-08-22T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:07:56.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover before friends, but not every friend becomes a lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SK8OYYEPrSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rag2Pnx7UQU/s1600-h/blplogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237420703595080994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SK8OYYEPrSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rag2Pnx7UQU/s320/blplogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been debating back and forth on whether or not to blog about this, but ultimately this blog is a snapshot of my life so I can look back at it and remember how I felt at the time. Well "there's this guy that I've been seeing...hold up though" lol let's call him Blac Label. But nah really, I'm going thru internal conflict because I'm wondering do I feel this way because he is an attractive great friend or is it more. Lovers before friends, but not every friend becomes a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See blac label is unreliable as shit, but I still see the potential in his flaws. Despite our breaks we get back at it like nothing happened. He doesn't question my motives and I don't question his. It's a mutual unstated agreement. Our friends don't know much, but they do know there is love and to expect flirting when we are together. I don't really talk about issues with Label, or any other relations, with my girls, which ppl hate, but I've realized at the end of the day I will make my own decisions and never look back at them with anything less than a smile, so I'm cool. All I know is Label keeps me smiling, thinking, up at night despite work, and overrall just doing things I wouldn't do for other relations. I don't know where this post is going, but all I know is I ain't had a crush in years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1833429062219286774?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1833429062219286774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1833429062219286774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1833429062219286774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1833429062219286774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/lover-before-friends-but-not-every.html' title='Lover before friends, but not every friend becomes a lover'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SK8OYYEPrSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rag2Pnx7UQU/s72-c/blplogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6041957842185523018</id><published>2008-08-22T14:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:37:39.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nobody ever wins on these things"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quote by Frick as she rubbed the winning ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6041957842185523018?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6041957842185523018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6041957842185523018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6041957842185523018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6041957842185523018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-ever-wins-on-these-things.html' title='&quot;Nobody ever wins on these things&quot;'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-7523874462229196989</id><published>2008-08-22T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:36:34.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a Gail</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5Ogefu4Dhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5Ogefu4Dhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gail stop!  They know they messed up, you could see the pain on the face of the Women.  Why rub it in and play the blame game.  Why not talk about how despite dropping it the women picked up the batton and finished the race anyway.  Why not talk about the heart and the lesson that no matter what...you finish the race.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-7523874462229196989?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/7523874462229196989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=7523874462229196989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7523874462229196989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/7523874462229196989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-be-gail.html' title='Don&apos;t be a Gail'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1893910367691807211</id><published>2008-08-22T13:52:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:23:17.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And them D Block boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOIyU8gXNUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOIyU8gXNUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear you Styles, but there is just something about my dude saying "that's my biiiiiitch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1893910367691807211?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1893910367691807211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1893910367691807211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1893910367691807211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1893910367691807211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-them-d-block-boys.html' title='And them D Block boys'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1505324877997488444</id><published>2008-08-21T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:12:07.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with guito: part 1</title><content type='html'>I sit in front of a computer for 80 percent of the work day so I rarely if ever get on the computer during my leisure; everything is done on the BB. I just realized my first conversation with guito was never posted so I will try to recreate it with similar sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a fellow, but full breed guito sparked conversation with me about hip hop, I assume, the only topic he knew would be a hit with me that we could both vibe with. At first I thought, look at this white boy trying to pick a topic appealing to the black girl, how stereotypical, but as the conversation continued I realized guito really gave two shits what other people thought and was genuinely trying to include me into his story because he felt I could understand. I must admit, a month in I wasn't quite sure where his head was at. I blame my guito dad and spike lee films, for assuming the worse in this no nonsense Italian kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But none the less a co workers going away party turned into a great opportunity to talk to a real kid. Not only did I learn about hip hop from the pure white perspective - hidding it, when hip hop became pop (big pimpin not eminem like my black outsider counterparts and I thought), when white people felt comfortable to say they were fans (eminem), recognition that this new age southern rap aint nothing- but I learned about someone, something, and some culture that I never would have because of my preconseptions and a misread of my guito. Guito just reaffirmed  the importance of house rule number six.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1505324877997488444?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1505324877997488444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1505324877997488444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1505324877997488444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1505324877997488444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversation-with-guito-part-1.html' title='a conversation with guito: part 1'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6992082263918688359</id><published>2008-08-21T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:11:50.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with guito: part 2</title><content type='html'>Again guito and I had an ill convo. I like guitos point of view cuz he speaks this sort of, I tell it how it is not how it should be. So we are walking to chipotle and some how we get on the topic of his relations. He informs me that even though he is 27 and his cousins are married and his mom is pushing him, he isn't down for all that right now...he is still young he informs me, and looking at the recent marriages in my dept at the age of 30 and 28, for woman, I believe him. The conversation persists for the 10 minute walk and I find out little tid bits about him, his one relationship he's ever had went sour, he dates as low as 22 but realizes that, though close in age, the mindset of someone fresh out just isn't the same, but the single most important thing that I wish my guito could share with both women AND men is that you can't change someone. Too many people are told or shown the real deal from the beginning, but not enough accept it. Jumpoffs, boppieces, or pieces often try to stick with the one person in hopes that they will fall madly in love with them and become their one and only, not the case if you were told so in the first place. G says- I was talking to this one girl for about three months and she asked ok well its been three months and I told her no, I told you in the beginning I wasn't looking for a relationship. She gets mad, but you can't say he lied or lead you on...he told you and that was a fact not an opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6992082263918688359?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6992082263918688359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6992082263918688359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6992082263918688359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6992082263918688359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversation-with-guito.html' title='a conversation with guito: part 2'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6394978880513799001</id><published>2008-08-19T21:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:59:56.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lemme hear you say that aint right</title><content type='html'>Today I sent 23 different files out to an outside company but ccing internally. I get an email back from a ccer saying, hi the mail house is going to charge us 583 to merge, de dupe, and filter all lists. Can we do this quickly and internally? My response - sure ill have it out to you in a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, 583 I do this shit almost everyday. It takes all of one hour and you are telling me they pay outside companies 583 to do this. Either they are getting too much or I am getting too little...or a mixture of both. Lemme hear you say that aint right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6394978880513799001?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6394978880513799001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6394978880513799001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6394978880513799001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6394978880513799001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/lemme-here-you-say-that-aint-right.html' title='lemme hear you say that aint right'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1576505785667995604</id><published>2008-08-14T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:51:52.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy, i fly to my house.</title><content type='html'>So I'm on my second of five extra hours in the airport. I had a 530 to TN to visit friends, which clearly no one does anymore because I received many doubts about my travel intentions, but I digress. I get to the airport out of state go to the kiosk ask how many bags ill check, click contine, and receive notice that my flight has been cancelled. So despite stringing me along by asking all those questions, I was now stuck out of state in the airport wondering what next? So go to rebook and next one isn't until ten. Can I get on stand by for an earlier flight? No sorry the 4 o clock was the rebooking flight. Wait four like an hour and change before our original flight? But how did my flight know to come almost two hours earlier for a rebooking flight? Oh they couldn't have been notified via phone or email even though the airline asked for that during booking. Naa that can't be it. They didn't call some people and not others. Psugh. Bet your bottom dollar they did. How dare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airlines why do I constantly put so much faith in you yet you knock me down every time. Damn you damn you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say I've only been on about 3 on time flights. EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1576505785667995604?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1576505785667995604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1576505785667995604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1576505785667995604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1576505785667995604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/easy-i-fly-to-my-house.html' title='Easy, i fly to my house.'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2086023005402797655</id><published>2008-08-02T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me, Not Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021509832908930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJTE2nU-III/AAAAAAAAAEg/467h3y1kPxU/s320/not+me+not+now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit back sometimes and witness people around me getting second best. You are beauty and you deserve beautiful. It...intrigues me to see women &amp;amp; men getting less than what they deserve and being content with it. Why do you believe you can't do any better? Does your comfort trump your self worth? When I see you getting less than what you deserve, it hurts me to know that you are/will hurt and I try to convince you of your value, but you see it for less. My skin is tough. I know I am a great catch and I am willing to wait for what I deserve and I wish you could do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2086023005402797655?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2086023005402797655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2086023005402797655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2086023005402797655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2086023005402797655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-me-not-now.html' title='Not Me, Not Now.'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJTE2nU-III/AAAAAAAAAEg/467h3y1kPxU/s72-c/not+me+not+now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2347820069989927478</id><published>2008-08-02T14:32:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:39:43.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not your man, we're more than friends</title><content type='html'>The other day my coworkers were talking about how me and another coworker get attention everywhere we go - the breakfast guys know our orders and start it when they see us walking up, the security guards make slick/funny inside jokes to us, guys in the streets hold doors for us, etc. - you know small things like that. So while going through my facebook pictures they ask who this guy is and I tell them he is my boopiece. While some thought I said boopie and others just ignored it thinking that because I said it they should know what it was, one asked "a what?" So then we got into the whole definition of a boopiece. For better words, a boopiece is a flirt buddy, a friend who you joke with who flirts back and while nothing is ever discussed, there are thoughts floating of "what ifs" Some boopieces may evolve and exchange a kiss or two, but real boopieces are just flirt buddies - not to be confused with a friends with benefits. I don't think I did such a great job at explaining it because of the specific piece i was talking about. He was miss categorized as a boopiece - that piece is....someone I am dating. Yeah how about that. He is someone I am dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Wb4kwfu_mE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/3Wb4kwfu_mE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4940117870664833205-2347820069989927478?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2347820069989927478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2347820069989927478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2347820069989927478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2347820069989927478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-youre-man-were-more-than-friends.html' title='I&apos;m not your man, we&apos;re more than friends'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5647351340950699568</id><published>2008-08-02T13:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:23.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real? All of that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still got a weakness for a skinny man who you have no choice but to see his muscles cuz that's all he's got, but damn Nelly. DeAngelo How Does it Feel 10 fold Lookin' Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229978893058532690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJSeF_eLZVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RjVyQNorea4/s320/nelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee oh wee oh wee&lt;/strong&gt; like a cop car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5647351340950699568?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5647351340950699568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5647351340950699568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5647351340950699568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5647351340950699568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-real-all-of-that.html' title='For Real? All of that?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJSeF_eLZVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RjVyQNorea4/s72-c/nelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8354896469662643658</id><published>2008-07-30T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:27:34.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom: What annoys you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing annoys me more than when someone says something. You say you don’t know what that is and they ask: "You don’t know what that is?"  Like um didn’t I JUST say I didn’t know what that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie I feel your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8354896469662643658?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8354896469662643658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8354896469662643658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8354896469662643658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8354896469662643658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-what-annoys-you.html' title='Mom: What annoys you?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2423363938623148114</id><published>2008-07-30T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:23.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting Life Journeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816554000165266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJB889DcqZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lj-00vJGBdE/s200/n1337400096_30142912_8468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Reunited with Lville 04 at a friends Beach House in the Jersey Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816561921071890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJB89aj8GxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z48tkJM2bHY/s200/Tina%27s+farewell+013+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My homegirl's going away happy hour celebration with former co-workers at MLB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816564160459442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJB89i52crI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YE6pdSNcg6E/s200/final+group+shot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wine Tour in the Hamptons with my new co-workers &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2423363938623148114?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2423363938623148114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2423363938623148114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2423363938623148114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2423363938623148114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/lasting-life-journeys.html' title='Lasting Life Journeys'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SJB889DcqZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lj-00vJGBdE/s72-c/n1337400096_30142912_8468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-9095787117881588236</id><published>2008-07-29T22:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey yo! Where's my theme music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I the only one shocked to find out that Maino - Hi Hater - looked like Mr. Cooper and the Red M&amp;amp;Ms love child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyRWM8iI/AAAAAAAAADI/uZWJEnhno8I/s1600-h/maino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228632752027136546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyRWM8iI/AAAAAAAAADI/uZWJEnhno8I/s200/maino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyVoih1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GTQmrlPiSnQ/s1600-h/red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228632753177790290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyVoih1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GTQmrlPiSnQ/s200/red2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyZCoRHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YpTwywfxldM/s1600-h/maino+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228632754092524658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyZCoRHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YpTwywfxldM/s200/maino+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-9095787117881588236?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/9095787117881588236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=9095787117881588236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9095787117881588236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9095787117881588236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-yo-wheres-my-theme-music.html' title='Hey yo! Where&apos;s my theme music?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_VyRWM8iI/AAAAAAAAADI/uZWJEnhno8I/s72-c/maino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5298733001825856854</id><published>2008-07-29T22:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:23:04.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you are forced to carve his name in all four tires.</title><content type='html'>If you don't know any of his friends, he's probably hiding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know all this friends and after years of dating have yet to meet a family member, you are a side chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he turns his phone off when he is around you or can't answer a call and reference you ever, he has other chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he leaves the phone on, locks it, or looks at it when it rings, then presses silent right before your eyes, you are a jumpoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has no facebook photos, untags all photos you place up of him because he doesn't like ppl in his business, he is hiding you or his other chicks from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has no relationship status, he is dealing with a bunch of chicks who think they are wifie or main piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he convinces you that any of the above things are normal, you are officially caught up and he won't ever get rid of you cuz it's too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your place and either accept it, move on, or follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5298733001825856854?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=vSG4Cml7HXs' title='Before you are forced to carve his name in all four tires.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5298733001825856854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5298733001825856854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5298733001825856854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5298733001825856854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-you-are-forced-to-carve-his-name.html' title='Before you are forced to carve his name in all four tires.'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5165613485226464860</id><published>2008-07-28T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:08:35.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Facebook comes back to haunt you.</title><content type='html'>And people always asked why my privacy settings were so serious.&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't I find you in searches?&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't my friends see your pictures?&lt;br /&gt;- Why do I only see a question mark when I look for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you only friend people you actually know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well besides keeping it from my employers before I apply for a position or laughing when I receive female friend requests from girls that I only have one mutual friend in common with (a dude), this is exactly why....&lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/the-goggles/"&gt;check #2 please.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5165613485226464860?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5165613485226464860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5165613485226464860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5165613485226464860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5165613485226464860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-facebook-comes-back-to-haunt-you.html' title='When Facebook comes back to haunt you.'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2444286255257277844</id><published>2008-07-27T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:23:41.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justify Your Thug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So at work I see ppls information and have to submit lists over to the respective individuals. While I can run a segment to include the individuals I need, I often do a quick scan to double check. Too many time have I come across someone who puts a fake name, and not like Semore Butts, but something profane. Take for instance the latest internet thug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FirstName: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiddleName:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LastName: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FuckFace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously how old are you? Surely I could give two shits about you, as you are but .0000008 of our customer base, but above that who are you trying to justify your thug to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2444286255257277844?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2444286255257277844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2444286255257277844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2444286255257277844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2444286255257277844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/justify-your-thug.html' title='Justify Your Thug'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1591788473227958240</id><published>2008-07-27T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:33:17.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Maytag Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I understand the whole - light creates heat - but why do you think I shouldn't be able to see inside my freezer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1591788473227958240?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1591788473227958240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1591788473227958240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1591788473227958240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1591788473227958240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-maytag-man.html' title='Dear Maytag Man'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6092014035731916506</id><published>2008-07-26T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:53:32.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ok I definitely just heard you switch up what you just said to make it seem like we have the same thought process, random dude on the train who intentionally gets off my stop to walk me outside and receive the most polite rejection that you are not sure you actually got rejected or not that you have to ask for clarity.  Yea I heard you say you don't like that funky outfit from the latest InStyle and then change it up when I say i actually like it.  And I heard &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;say you don't like New York basketball until you see my reaction and then try to talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;allinari like you know knicks basketball. yeah I'm a good listener, I heard you.  Oh ok this just happens to be your stop too.  Wow what a coincidence.  This must be fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6092014035731916506?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6092014035731916506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6092014035731916506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6092014035731916506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6092014035731916506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-lame.html' title='That&apos;s Lame'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-1123406238923045678</id><published>2008-07-22T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:28:27.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your gifts wisely</title><content type='html'>So yesterday while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gchatting&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darkd&lt;/span&gt; during work hours, I realized that I was spilling my guts out to her over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  She, like my ex and my roommate, has a God given gift of providing comfort.  These people emit a level of comfort off to another person to automatically make one open up.  You believe you can trust this person with your feelings and sometimes your own workings in your head.  This truly is a gift that should not go unnoticed and should be used carefully.  Don’t abuse the gift and take advantage of someone’s trust in you, but instead listen and provide the necessary advice or even listening ear that they need at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-1123406238923045678?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/1123406238923045678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=1123406238923045678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1123406238923045678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/1123406238923045678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/use-your-gifts-wisely.html' title='Use your gifts wisely'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6070157450951941397</id><published>2008-07-22T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:24:51.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in touch with my inner....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWEEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poor thing can't even count on beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6070157450951941397?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6070157450951941397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6070157450951941397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6070157450951941397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6070157450951941397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-in-touch-with-my-inner.html' title='Getting in touch with my inner....'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8416913225693656229</id><published>2008-07-21T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever make love to a machine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225648830148617362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIU77KHxpJI/AAAAAAAAACA/-1bYa663Uog/s320/Joesar_Alva_(JPizol).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No no no...I'm not talking about a vibrator, I'm talking about a Boogie Bot. Damn Josar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8416913225693656229?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8416913225693656229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8416913225693656229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8416913225693656229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8416913225693656229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-make-love-to-machine.html' title='Ever make love to a machine?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIU77KHxpJI/AAAAAAAAACA/-1bYa663Uog/s72-c/Joesar_Alva_(JPizol).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2578292733400367472</id><published>2008-07-21T11:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:03:02.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Did you know a just man falls 7 times. (1st learned that from Pastor McClurklin on an episode of girlfriends) But think about that...7 times. Now no one is saying be stupid and get yourself back in it, but I find it hard to forgive a person who disrespected me once. But 7 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everywhere I turn I am faced with something about forgiveness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Church service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve Harvey Strawberry Letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arguments with the parental unit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw2o_Fd5Nbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw2o_Fd5Nbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cry every time I watch this episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2578292733400367472?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2578292733400367472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2578292733400367472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2578292733400367472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2578292733400367472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/wings-of-forgiveness.html' title='Wings of Forgiveness'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4419444015866124784</id><published>2008-07-20T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Teddy Pin Her Ass Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_Xd_8LuKI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahvsNuFbbA0/s1600-h/celeb_jamie_foxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228634602780473506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_Xd_8LuKI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahvsNuFbbA0/s200/celeb_jamie_foxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_XWjYGq6I/AAAAAAAAADg/QuhYstpXOYE/s1600-h/celeb_jamie_foxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd the award for worse theme song goes to..........From G's to Gents. And yes we all know some middle age woman with kids in the hip hop generation convinced the execs that everyone was doing the t pain voice thingy. Wait till Jamie get a hold of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4419444015866124784?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4419444015866124784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4419444015866124784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4419444015866124784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4419444015866124784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-teddy-pin-her-ass-down.html' title='Thanks Teddy Pin Her Ass Down'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_Xd_8LuKI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahvsNuFbbA0/s72-c/celeb_jamie_foxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6122751785779224697</id><published>2008-07-20T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:48:42.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So you really don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Police &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; the driver was &lt;em&gt;allegedly&lt;/em&gt; high"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6122751785779224697?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6122751785779224697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6122751785779224697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6122751785779224697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6122751785779224697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-you-really-dont-know.html' title='So you really don&apos;t know'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2274947709426596741</id><published>2008-07-20T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:56:25.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can get with this or you can get with that...</title><content type='html'>Denise Richards or Posh Spice.  I just can't figure out who I like more.  Denise is so real, no holding back, just so uggh &amp;amp; Posh is so....well Posh.  Rock on ladies of the 90s who still keep me entertained.  Was I the only one who watched The Beckhams reality show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2274947709426596741?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2274947709426596741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2274947709426596741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2274947709426596741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2274947709426596741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-can-get-with-this-or-you-can-get.html' title='You can get with this or you can get with that...'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4461266398981912686</id><published>2008-07-18T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big whoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_OpK_pozI/AAAAAAAAACo/TMub-Z-ueIo/s1600-h/big+whoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228624899121718066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_OpK_pozI/AAAAAAAAACo/TMub-Z-ueIo/s200/big+whoops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So remember when I told you I had to man the job alone while my boss went out on vacation for two weeks? Well this week I got a small dose of it. Things seemed to be going well until Friday when I was cc ed on an email where a VP was kinda heated at something I'd done the previous day. Everyone around me was understanding and assured me that it wasn't totally my fault, but still now I'm that girl. Best believe I'm going above and beyond the call for the next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4461266398981912686?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4461266398981912686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4461266398981912686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4461266398981912686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4461266398981912686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-whoops.html' title='big whoops'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_OpK_pozI/AAAAAAAAACo/TMub-Z-ueIo/s72-c/big+whoops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8110132841190522214</id><published>2008-07-18T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABDC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is it me or is this season just not as good as last season? As Gun would say, teams are just missing that wow factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shane Sparks sometimes I just feel like you need more people - plus your mouth bothers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228623876571251794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_NtpsnxFI/AAAAAAAAACg/EGoXcHZrDKs/s200/ABDC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8110132841190522214?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8110132841190522214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8110132841190522214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8110132841190522214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8110132841190522214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/abdc.html' title='ABDC'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_NtpsnxFI/AAAAAAAAACg/EGoXcHZrDKs/s72-c/ABDC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2011241589643370131</id><published>2008-07-16T11:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words: We give them too much credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; because she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; because I can't go out tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my new pair of shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with my soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How is it that we can define so many types of emotions under one word? The word used to describe my feeling is just so...simple for how I feel. I can say the word "love," but there are so many different shades of "love" how can someone else know the feeling of love that I really wish to portray through oral emotion? I feel like it's a cop out for someone who can't put into words how they are exactly feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No two people complete the triangle of meaning exactly the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648498946906754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_kG3McGoI/AAAAAAAAADw/3O47jxGcGSY/s200/triangle+of+meaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2011241589643370131?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2011241589643370131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2011241589643370131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2011241589643370131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2011241589643370131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-we-give-them-too-much-credit.html' title='Words: We give them too much credit'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SI_kG3McGoI/AAAAAAAAADw/3O47jxGcGSY/s72-c/triangle+of+meaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-9051813586357466136</id><published>2008-07-15T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:25:58.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlement</title><content type='html'>Recently me and Yen have been talking about the other gender and questioning desire. What if you have "perfect" staring you in the face. I mean this is what other people dream about. On paper things look great. He treats you right, he is smart, he has a future, he is family oriented, he's down, but understands maturity...i mean it all looks right and you know if you let go someone else will jump on it...and jump like right away. But something is missing. What is it? I don't know, but something isn't it. So do you hold on and hope for the best? Do you sit back and wonder if maybe the __ that's missing that you've had in your other "perfects" may have been that one thing that created imperfection in them. Are you being too selfish? Can you not see the future right before your eyes? NAAAAAAAA Bump that. If it's something missing then it's not for you. Why push something that's not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-9051813586357466136?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/9051813586357466136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=9051813586357466136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9051813586357466136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/9051813586357466136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/settlement.html' title='Settlement'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3581838664461613218</id><published>2008-07-15T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:19:20.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in life after love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; damn woman scorned but honestly im a believer in love &lt;br /&gt;the emotion is so strong &lt;br /&gt;and hell yeah the bad is bad &lt;br /&gt;like fucked up bad &lt;br /&gt;but the good is unexplainable &lt;br /&gt;you cant purchase it &lt;br /&gt;you cant go looking for&lt;br /&gt;its amazing the way someone or somethng can make you feel &lt;br /&gt;so despite its faults&lt;br /&gt;i love loves benefits, strengths, success &lt;br /&gt;feeling &lt;br /&gt;so there you go &lt;br /&gt;two sides of the coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darkd:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that was my friend's point. like love can really suck when it's not going right, but when it is, it's like you said... amazing. way more amazing than anything else...  and potentially totally worth all the bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; call me a stupid woman for going back to the one thing that keeps hurting me, but like chingy and rudy - it keeps pulling me back me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darkd:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol!!! I'm with you. i guess that's the one high everyone can say they're chasing &lt;br /&gt;well. maybe not everyone &lt;br /&gt;but a lot of people a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeah  its so hyped  its a frickin competition &lt;br /&gt;damn social norms &lt;br /&gt;fuck i love talking to smart ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3581838664461613218?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3581838664461613218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3581838664461613218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3581838664461613218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3581838664461613218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-life-after-love.html' title='Do you believe in life after love?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2993856586207227758</id><published>2008-07-14T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:27:07.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another one of the things I can't rock with is when family doesn't stick together. When I say family I mean blood, heart, or mind relatives. My sister and I always had each others back. When a dude was disrespectful towards one of us or there was an argument from anyone outside the circle, we held each other down. There very well might have been some conversation about it later, where one person may have sdisagreed with a decision, but because we were family, we stuck together. Same is true for my mind family - I often joke with frick telling her that when she drinks she turns into a chick from brooklyn. There were many times last summer where hating chicks int he club would brush up on her the wrong way and while I MAY not have reacted the same way, I held my frick down. Why? because no one from the outside can mess with the inside. Ive always lived with the motto that if you are an enemy of my friend the you are an enemy of mine. If you can't respect my family, then how can you respect me? We are one in the same. So no I am at a very tough spot in my walk where an insider has done something indoubtfully wrong, but I have to stick with my circle. Some members have given up, but those ont he inside who live by family first understand that, no matter what, you hold them down from the outside and that's what I am doing and what I'll continue to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Blessings Ice33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2993856586207227758?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2993856586207227758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2993856586207227758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2993856586207227758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2993856586207227758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-first.html' title='Family First'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4092345181747303736</id><published>2008-07-14T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:23:29.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimping the College Athlete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;darkd&lt;/span&gt;: I think that we (using that word loosely) need to have better ways of preparing athletically-skilled men for post-collegiate life. I mean the stats on who goes on to play pro-ball are saddening if you think you're gonna make it... gotta have those back-up plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; honestly  i blame the schools. they put so much emphasis on these players in their lame divisions/conferences and you make them think they are the best and they are getting drafted so they start to believe that and they start to only focus on that one thing  *he* wouldnt have been  *he* in say the ACC  but because the SEC isnt all that hot, he got bigged up like he was amazing not cuz he was but for profit of the SEC, Ratings, &amp;amp; University.  The media uses these players and it messes them up  and they know who to go after too.  They go after that kid who scores low, but plays big, who comes from a lower income family, and who loves/needs money.  So he goes to this school and lives only for ball because he thinks this is the way to go.  I mean really this didnt work on say a tim duncan why? because he came from an affluent area and knew the importance of being well rounded.  not these guys  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;darkd:&lt;/span&gt; I can see where a lot falls on the shoulders of schools/scouts/coaches because they know better and many times these "kids" don't. All they know is that AI signed a hefty multi-million dollar contract, and they want one, too...So I can see that... but of course, the schools aren't going to do that because, like you pointed out, that's hurting their pockets. Having said that, though, by the time an athlete gets to college, they think they're the shit, anyway. It's not until they DON'T get drafted that it ever occurs to them that maybe they're not that good... so i mean, does it do any good to look at a player who's ready to get drafted in a year or two and say "you know, there's a good chance you're not really as good as we've made you out to be and perhaps you should consider alternatives..." they're not going to hear that because at 20, they've been told for at least 8 years (perhaps longer) that they are good and they could play pro... sure, it may have been by people just as ignorant as they to what it really takes to get drafted and STAY in the pro-leagues, but... when we like what we hear, we tend to believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; yeah but really you may be told you are the best in your school  you are the best in the conference  but look at the overrall picture, you gotta wake up and see that you arent the best  its called relative privelage or whatever relative deprivation some crap like that - i learned/was taught in sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;darkd:&lt;/span&gt;lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Rashida Sparks may be rich in comparison to those ppl living around her in compton  but when she goes to vanderbilt she realizes what rich really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;darkd:&lt;/span&gt;Very good point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; and im like how do we change this?  we cant. the answers are there.  these athletes just refuse to see it  and the coaches, schools, and conferences aren't helping them, but that would be hurting their pockets. It's a business man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4092345181747303736?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4092345181747303736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4092345181747303736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4092345181747303736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4092345181747303736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/pimping-college-athlete.html' title='Pimping the College Athlete'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5938195443048856060</id><published>2008-07-11T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:03.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never tired of using technologé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I see "LOL" I say L.O.L., but when I see "OMG" I read it Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJz_dsubWAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJz_dsubWAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5938195443048856060?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5938195443048856060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5938195443048856060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5938195443048856060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5938195443048856060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-tired-of-using-technolog.html' title='Never tired of using technologé'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4999022864743033938</id><published>2008-07-11T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:03.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While getting ready this morning, CBS News reported on Madonna and A-Rods alleged affair. The catch line was...Emotional Affairs: Worse than Physical Affairs? This got me to thinking back. I always use to tell my ex that I'd much rather have dealt with a boyfriend who was having sex with a bunch of different girls than one who had one consistant girl that he kept having sex with and talked on the phone with. In a long distance relationship all you have is your conversation (maybe a few pics and videos in between) but at the end of the day its all about the emotional connection and not the physical one. If you are building an emotional connection with someone else that you are physically attracted to, what is the difference between that...and us? So of course I'd rather not have a cheating boyfriend, but if I had to pick, I think I still might choose the hoe over the housewife - contextually that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4999022864743033938?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4999022864743033938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4999022864743033938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4999022864743033938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4999022864743033938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/emotional-affairs.html' title='Emotional Affairs'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2526581454068614358</id><published>2008-07-11T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:24.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White People - White Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So how do you do it? You wear a thong and people see right to your skin. Wear shorts or boy shorts and people see the panty line. The only solution I've found is black panty hose underneath but by the time you are allowed to wear white pants, the temperature doesn't allow for any extra layers. There has got to be a better way. I just have yet to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225658649961332706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIVE2vxkf-I/AAAAAAAAACY/gOjSXuthM_Q/s200/white+pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2526581454068614358?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2526581454068614358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2526581454068614358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2526581454068614358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2526581454068614358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-people-white-pants.html' title='White People - White Pants'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIVE2vxkf-I/AAAAAAAAACY/gOjSXuthM_Q/s72-c/white+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-2635675956029957288</id><published>2008-07-09T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:25.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father Must Have Been One F-ed Up Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUx5PfPENI/AAAAAAAAABo/bWfP-S8c0LI/s1600-h/n4700905_33740790_2559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225637802113175762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUx5PfPENI/AAAAAAAAABo/bWfP-S8c0LI/s200/n4700905_33740790_2559.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So for the 1102/1103 time I've gone to a club, happy hour, crowded social event, or party, some &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reggins&lt;/font&gt; grabbed my ass. Not one, but four. And as much as I'd like the ability to shoot &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niggas&lt;/font&gt; like that in the big toe, the law prohibits me. Now I've experienced it all. The excuse me and brush up with your hands five fingered and straight down in front of you to the group of &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niggas&lt;/font&gt; collaborating to walk pass and actually get a cup on it to the right behind you touch and stand like yea it was me, you know you liked it. Despite all that happening &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; night, the worse was this lame Redskins &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reggin&lt;/font&gt; leaning by VIP who grabbed my ass. Now this wasn't your average grab, this was forceful and blatant and whole hand like a fat man reaching for some corn bread. I turn to him with the quickness and his posted up smirk turns into a slick chuckle preceded by: "sorry I thought you were someone else." A blatant lie that both he and I knew, as I was the only 378 curly head white chick with a bright blue dress on in the club and in all of DC for that matter. I pause in his direction for a long while......hands in baby pray resting under my chin as I looked down at the floor mad as hell. I do the only thing I can and tell him to never touch me again. At that moment I realized this would never end because disrespectful people always find ways to make it through unfitting mothers &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pussys&lt;/font&gt;. Any parent would assure a young male that you should treat a woman the way you want your daughter or mother treated, but unfortunately many young men have issues understanding things outside the present. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a firm believer in respect. If you don't have any for yourself or for me or have the strength to genuinely acknowledge fault in your disrespect, we don't rock. Unfortunately as a young biracial young woman in the club, my decisions don't matter and both he and I know that I can do nothing to change that because, in America, strength overrules respect.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-2635675956029957288?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/2635675956029957288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=2635675956029957288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2635675956029957288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/2635675956029957288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-father-must-have-been-one-f-ed-up.html' title='My Father Must Have Been One F-ed Up Dude'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUx5PfPENI/AAAAAAAAABo/bWfP-S8c0LI/s72-c/n4700905_33740790_2559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8040396346319675253</id><published>2008-07-08T15:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:27:46.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Petite 20 something NYU theatre student yelling at the crowd of 250 ppl trying to get on the 56 passenger Chinatown bus to NYC from DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one's listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8040396346319675253?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8040396346319675253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8040396346319675253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8040396346319675253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8040396346319675253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-petite-20-something-nyu-theatre.html' title='Dear Petite 20 something NYU theatre student yelling at the crowd of 250 ppl trying to get on the 56 passenger Chinatown bus to NYC from DC'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3636063915540746851</id><published>2008-07-08T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:03.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend I went down to DC to visit more ppl than I care to share. I stayed with Frick and on our way to the club we encountered boo boo traffic. What was up with that? Ppl should either be at the fireworks already or heading the other way. To our surprise the ppl in DC thought it'd be a good idea to stop their cars ont he highway and watch the fireworks because, I mean, really who doesn't want to see the fireworks? Me you frickin....sorry too much Denise Richards in my life. Needless to say, way to go homeland security. I'm sure that's a safe thing to do in the nations capital during Independence Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3636063915540746851?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3636063915540746851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3636063915540746851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3636063915540746851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3636063915540746851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5710726639008925201</id><published>2008-07-07T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing for July 4th 2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUy-sfIqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qffB8ozI6xY/s1600-h/esssence+beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225638995308358178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUy-sfIqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qffB8ozI6xY/s200/esssence+beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So um I don't know if you got the word, but Beyonce &amp;amp; Sasha will be at the Essence Festival preggers or not, but she will be there and my tax return should be able to put a down payment on this weekend. You down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5710726639008925201?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5710726639008925201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5710726639008925201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5710726639008925201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5710726639008925201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-are-you-doing-for-july-4th-2009.html' title='What are you doing for July 4th 2009?'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUy-sfIqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qffB8ozI6xY/s72-c/esssence+beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-22050140948739949</id><published>2008-07-02T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:03.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it's only music, but some reason I feel like I'm doing something wrong when Bust It Baby pops up on my computer screen at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-22050140948739949?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/22050140948739949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=22050140948739949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/22050140948739949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/22050140948739949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-resources.html' title='Human Resources'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-5772643734646698930</id><published>2008-07-02T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:26.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUyP7uU3PI/AAAAAAAAABw/gevlm7STzWc/s1600-h/2577398394west+4th2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225638191944752370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIUyP7uU3PI/AAAAAAAAABw/gevlm7STzWc/s200/2577398394west+4th2_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I was but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;likkle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yout&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; teen, I use to go to the village twice a summer with my god mother, my sister, my next door neighbor, and maybe some of their co workers. Now anyone from New York who can remember the 1990s Village knows that this is where people watching was invented. Forget Maury, we often cast our votes for male or female and many times never quite figured it out. But besides people watching, picking out a fly outfit from Joyce Leslie for my godmother to buy me, or taking a sip of her triple shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colada&lt;/span&gt; at the better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt;, we always spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one half hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the cage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; the passion of 10 young men battling for their spot in West 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; summer league history. I use to stand outside the gate looking in at the people inside wondering who they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; and how they all knew one another, as they joked and laughed together at the same things. I t was like a family reunion. Ten plus year later, I am on the inside and I still get high from the passion emitting off the people in here. everyone hypes up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rucker&lt;/span&gt; Park and yeah that's a totally different atmosphere, but I'd much rather be with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-5772643734646698930?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/5772643734646698930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=5772643734646698930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/5772643734646698930'/><link rel='self' 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a fighter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeCTMIvaMic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeCTMIvaMic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4940117870664833205-3259063957391503529?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3259063957391503529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3259063957391503529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3259063957391503529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3259063957391503529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-making-me-fighter.html' title='Thanks for making me a fighter....'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-8032660495794795744</id><published>2008-07-02T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:29:21.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Love Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I found when cleaning my room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Summer '04&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY FEARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I want you to read this, but I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that you will see my mind on paper and no longer see me as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I will write too much down just cuz this pen makes me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'll get over these fears cuz, I fear, that's just what you can do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, I fear that I am only here cuz Mia fucked up, not cuz you no longer care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that you might have my heart and therefore, I fear I can't live without you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that distance will fuck up whatever we had/have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not only do I fear that you are too horny for your own good, but I fear that becuz of your disrespect, I may subconsciously want to hook-up with someone else in Vandy knowing that there is no way in which I am wrong if you are "doing you" in NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also fear for you "doing you" in NY with your pops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that you won't ever get away from that becuase you have to prove yourself throughout life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that our two different lifestyles in school, will create havoc in this thing we call life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I am getting too attached to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I want to talk to your brother like one of my prefectees and speak to your moms to talk about her son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I may be wilin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I always see the clock at 9:11 am and pm and I fear something will always happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that if I could only see one person for the rest of my life, I would pick you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I see my dad in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that the streets and your "people" will cause you to lose focus and bring you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also fear that, like him, you wouldn't ever be faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that you can't have a night with me truly w/o having sex or grindin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that there is something wrong with our relationship being so hush w/ mutual friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I would leave church early to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear the thought of you leaving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that if I marry I will cheat on my husband with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I am getting entirely to close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear that I know you too well and not be able to be with one man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fear you would look at me now and won't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-8032660495794795744?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/8032660495794795744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=8032660495794795744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8032660495794795744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/8032660495794795744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/07/teenage-love-affair.html' title='Teenage Love Affair'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6063399864093166424</id><published>2008-06-26T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:26.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please for some #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIU81GzTGyI/AAAAAAAAACI/8I9mKuEJD5c/s1600-h/FamilyFeud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649825689836322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIU81GzTGyI/AAAAAAAAACI/8I9mKuEJD5c/s200/FamilyFeud1.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok seriously....I think I know that if you surveyed 100 single women and 53 of them picked one answer that is the #1. What else could I have said? What was the #2 Answer dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6063399864093166424?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6063399864093166424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6063399864093166424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6063399864093166424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6063399864093166424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-for-some-2.html' title='Please for some #2'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIU81GzTGyI/AAAAAAAAACI/8I9mKuEJD5c/s72-c/FamilyFeud1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3755740820732881622</id><published>2008-06-24T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:18:05.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my hookup got fired</title><content type='html'>Every job that I've had, there has always been a type cast for my in job hook up. He is always a 30 something , loud, black man, from queens, who firsts introduces himself to me after intentionally speaking to the person next to me. He makes a joke and ill laugh to big him up and to not seem so cold. This guy usually started low in the company and worked his way up to better himself. Well today the new that guy, was demoted and quit. Within three and a half weeks of work I had already been hooked up three times, merely because I spoke, I relate, and I can respect your energy which stands out in corporate America. Above learning that its always better to get fired than quit because you can collect unemployment and you still leave on ok terms with the company, I learned the value of a simple five minute convo. It can mean the world to someone who often goes unrecognized. RIP until that next job. No seriously, rest while you can and thanks for the hook ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3755740820732881622?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3755740820732881622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3755740820732881622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3755740820732881622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3755740820732881622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-my-hookup-got-fired.html' title='Today my hookup got fired'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-739537876752475905</id><published>2008-06-19T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:31:21.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle....</title><content type='html'>Hood Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johnta Austin ft. Mary J. Blidge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause we got hood love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i be cussing i be screaming like its over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then im loving then im feening just to hold ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thats how we do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know that hood love is the good love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats me &amp;amp; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how you feel love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well im with ya never quit ya &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now thats real love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when your not here then i miss ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz i still love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way we do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know that hood love is the good love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats me &amp;amp; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/c_o7vzy-J4/aus=false/pv=2/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/c_o7vzy-J4/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="290" allowfullscreen="true"&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/4940117870664833205-739537876752475905?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/739537876752475905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=739537876752475905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/739537876752475905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/739537876752475905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/shuffle.html' title='Shuffle....'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-3638023163288996052</id><published>2008-06-17T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:03.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rizzo In Charge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I just found out that in a couple of weeks my boss will be leaving for vacation leaving me to handle al the requests. Mind you, I ask this man, on average, five questions a day. So um what if I have a question? To say the least I'm a little worried. Everyone is on the - you will be fine, you are a smart girl, you can figure it out - tip, but I'm a little scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-3638023163288996052?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/3638023163288996052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=3638023163288996052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3638023163288996052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/3638023163288996052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/rizzo-in-charge.html' title='Rizzo In Charge'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-6138411161137432587</id><published>2008-06-12T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:26.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIJA-4Wd58I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zqnpq4UzOGU/s1600-h/hater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224809966725883842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIJA-4Wd58I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zqnpq4UzOGU/s200/hater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm torn. The Celtics or the Lakers? As a native New Yorker, I naturally despise all things Boston. Is it because of the dreaded Red Sox, you ask. No, I'm a 1986 Queens baby so you already know, but it's purely because of the fans. You ever meet someone so into something only to prove to others that they are comfortable with their handicap? We all see thru that as over compensation for what they don't have. The ride or die Boston fans have been waiting their entire lives to point a finger at someone and laugh and scream "I told you so." That's the type of people Boston has produced. Then we have the band wagonners and after the Giants win, I have more than enough to say about them, but I digress. Then there is Kobe. You sir, are not my man. I mean my Kobe cocky hate runs deep. The only time I can stand Kobe is in the Wayne best of me freestyle and even then I feel wrong saying it. So I am torn. I like the city of Boston and I have a lot of friends from Boston, but there are way more cocky Kobe fans in my life riding him frequently. I think I'll opt out of my Boston hate and wish luck to great players of this game, but I will not cheer for anything unless it's against Kobe. how dare you one up MJ? Stats please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-6138411161137432587?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/6138411161137432587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=6138411161137432587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6138411161137432587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/6138411161137432587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-this-game.html' title='I Love This Game'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIJA-4Wd58I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zqnpq4UzOGU/s72-c/hater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940117870664833205.post-4239712106391966936</id><published>2008-06-12T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:26.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah Holla Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIIt8IyrRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgjHakefBVs/s1600-h/yo-yo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224789028878632562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIIt8IyrRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgjHakefBVs/s320/yo-yo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday search crowned a chick who screamed New York from the obnoxious big head slippers, to the 3/$5 generic belt in every color, to my all time favorite "clapping before scrapping." But Rece Steele was not my main reason for watching, it was hip hop legend Yo-Yo. Every week, doing the ladies of hip hop justice, Yo-Yo came with the ill outfit and the freshest make-up to grace her face. While her make-up may have been one coat too much, her personality intrigued me. I wanted some emotion? No, I wanted anger? No...I don't know what it was, but I wanted it. But despite my frustrations, Yo-yo has this auntie presence about her that left no complaints. Reign supreme beauty. Reign supreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940117870664833205-4239712106391966936?l=passnojudgment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/feeds/4239712106391966936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4940117870664833205&amp;postID=4239712106391966936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4239712106391966936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940117870664833205/posts/default/4239712106391966936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passnojudgment.blogspot.com/2008/06/hallelujah-holla-back.html' title='Hallelujah Holla Back'/><author><name>No Judgement Passed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117181715269428119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0IynPMMILQ/SIIt8IyrRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgjHakefBVs/s72-c/yo-yo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
