<?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-6257120</id><updated>2012-01-30T09:49:10.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meta's World</title><subtitle type='html'>What's going on with Meta, random thoughts, PMS induced rants, and whatever else I feel like writing about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-3745094337366050232</id><published>2007-07-17T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:12:07.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remy Ma Shot Her Friend?</title><summary type='text'>So the net is abuzz with the rumors of Remy Ma shooting her friend. I don't think that girl was really her friend. If she was, she wouldn't let Remy rock that horrible weave. I'm just saying. Or maybe the victim was Remy's hair dresser and Remy finally got pissed at her for making her look like a clown.Now Remy don't shoot me for that.On the real, no amount of money is worth shooting someone for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3745094337366050232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=3745094337366050232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/3745094337366050232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/3745094337366050232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2007/07/remy-ma-shot-her-friend.html' title='Remy Ma Shot Her Friend?'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikegRd1QWLs/Rp0uoQ_ypBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ih97StM5PXA/s72-c/RemyMa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-115631344140951122</id><published>2006-08-23T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:10:41.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ, perhaps?</title><summary type='text'>Question: what kind of people buy knives at almost 1 in the morning from ShopAtHomeTV? Channel surfing...ran across the "Bowie Blowout." Who needs 228 Bowie knives? Really now.And who orders the "Who's Your Daddy Liquidation" 217-piece knife collection? They said I could understand why it's called the "Who's Your Daddy Liquidation", but I really don't. When i think "who's your Daddy", trust, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115631344140951122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=115631344140951122' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115631344140951122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115631344140951122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/08/oj-perhaps.html' title='OJ, perhaps?'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-115326495372334698</id><published>2006-07-18T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:22:33.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me!</title><summary type='text'>You know, there's a lot of people talking trash about me on the internet these days...Folks think they can judge this book by it's cover but they can't. You've got to open up the book and read a little more than the first few pages when it comes to me. And I make no apologies for not being shallow! You can't even begin to know me at first glance.There's more to me than meets the eye. But what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115326495372334698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=115326495372334698' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115326495372334698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115326495372334698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-115283000216455231</id><published>2006-07-13T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:37:19.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boondocks</title><summary type='text'>I am so pumped. The Boondocks is coming to video July 26. I gotta cop that! I love that show. It's too funny. I never let Jordan watch it, but one night I was catching the super late episode, and thought he was in bed. I peeked in his room during a commercial and he wasn't there. I tore the house up looking for him; it was like 3 am. I looking in closets, on the porch, in the basement. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115283000216455231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=115283000216455231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115283000216455231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115283000216455231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/boondocks.html' title='The Boondocks'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-115277938396564462</id><published>2006-07-12T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:29:44.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin ish!</title><summary type='text'>Nah this post isn't about me! EVERYBODY already knows I talk mad sh*t! This is about Khia. Yes, "My neck, my back" Khia. Multiple mugshot Khia. She did an interview in XXL and she blasts Trina and Jackie O. She says that all the females in hip-hop came out under a dude and that they can't wear a crown because of that. Ok see for yourself...XXL: A lot of your songs are written from a feminist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115277938396564462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=115277938396564462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115277938396564462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115277938396564462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/talkin-ish.html' title='Talkin ish!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-115092243185380039</id><published>2006-06-21T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:40:31.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIAMI WINS IT!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I may have been sick that Phoenix got knocked out the box, but I'm too ecstatic that the Heat won. 4 games in a row. D Wade is awesome, but what else would you expect from the Chi?MIAMI!!!!!!!!!!!! It's that Heat that Heat that Heat!Music Video Codes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115092243185380039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=115092243185380039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115092243185380039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/115092243185380039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/miami-wins-it.html' title='MIAMI WINS IT!!!!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114964314965094633</id><published>2006-06-06T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:16:21.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick!</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick that the Phoenix Suns didn't make it to the play offs. I've been in denial a few days about their loss. Our loss. I don't think that you all understand how much I love the Phoenix Suns. They have the cutest team in the league. Three fine, foreign black men and a cute white guy. Mmm mmm good. I LOVE Raja Bell because he hates Kobe as much as I do. And he's from St. Croix, and when you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114964314965094633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114964314965094633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114964314965094633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114964314965094633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-sick.html' title='So sick!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114783697005022596</id><published>2006-05-16T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:11:05.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Inside Me</title><summary type='text'>You are so nasty if you are thinking something pornographic! Get your minds out of the gutter! But I had to get your attention, right? (subliminal message: preorder my book!) Just wanted to let you know what's going on inside my world.What's in my CD player:T.I. - King. T.I. is my favorite rapper right now. He and LL are the only cute ones. (And Meth and Ghostface) But I just like Tip Harris' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114783697005022596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114783697005022596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114783697005022596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114783697005022596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-inside-me.html' title='Come Inside Me'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114641446112890709</id><published>2006-04-30T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:07:24.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorties</title><summary type='text'>This week children provided the majority of my entertainment. They say the darndest things. And do the craziest ish! My son Jordan told me he was tired of everyone talking about my book and not his. I told him he was jealous. He told me he wasn't jealous he was a journalist. I asked him what a journalist was. He said someone who writes. He told me he has a book coming out and it's called the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114641446112890709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114641446112890709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114641446112890709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114641446112890709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/shorties.html' title='Shorties'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114592217618482152</id><published>2006-04-24T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:42:56.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like Charlie Sheen</title><summary type='text'>And I don't think you should either. I don't know if dude is still making movies or on TV but back in the day I thought he was hot. That was until all the Heidi Fleis stuff because men who go to hookers disgust me. Oddly enough hookers don't disgust me as much as the johns do. Double standard? Maybe. Sue me. But I digress.Anyway what is really creepy about old Chuckie boy is that he called his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114592217618482152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114592217618482152' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114592217618482152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114592217618482152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-like-charlie-sheen.html' title='I don&apos;t like Charlie Sheen'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114589068621685189</id><published>2006-04-23T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:02:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Bloody Show on the Telly</title><summary type='text'>I am obsessed with the TV show Footballer's Wives. It's a British show about what else, the lives of the footballer's (soccer players) wives that comes on BBC America on Sunday Nights at 10pm. They are now re-running the entire third season, so check it out if you're not up on it.I'm not into Desperate Housewives because it's just a little too tame and campy for me. Now Footballer's Wives, that's</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbcamerica.com/genre/drama_mysteries/footballers_wives/footballers_wives_about_the_show.jsp' title='Best Bloody Show on the Telly'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114589068621685189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114589068621685189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114589068621685189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114589068621685189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-bloody-show-on-telly.html' title='Best Bloody Show on the Telly'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114566102012080185</id><published>2006-04-22T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:10:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Marcus &amp; Karinne</title><summary type='text'>Well I just read while surfing the web today that Karinne's sex tape with Mr. Marcus came out this week. I actually saw this a while ago. I laughed the whole time because her acting wasn't really all that bad. At least as far as porn goes. She destroyed Marcus in more ways than one. He asks her name and she says "Honey motherf*cker. Honey." He asks if her name is "Honey Motherf*cker" and she says</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114566102012080185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114566102012080185' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114566102012080185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114566102012080185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-marcus-karinne.html' title='Mr. Marcus &amp; Karinne'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-114564134453170188</id><published>2006-04-21T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:42:24.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random rambles</title><summary type='text'>I can't focus right now. I don't know what's up. I think it's the fact that Ohio is very very very very very boring. Even when I drive into Cleveland, it has no energy. If anyone out there is from Northeast Ohio, hit me up and tell me the fun stuff to do. A good salsa club would be nice. Where do the grown and sexy hang out? I don't want to get shot at some teeny bopper club. I know they're out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114564134453170188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=114564134453170188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114564134453170188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/114564134453170188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-rambles.html' title='Random rambles'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113929434924768037</id><published>2006-02-07T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:39:09.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Black Men - Part One</title><summary type='text'>I'm looking at Amistad and right now rather than spit forth the bitter venom that arises in me every time I see how WRONGED as a people we were and still are, I'll put positive energy out there and speak about why I LOVE BLACK MEN They are beautiful. Nothing compares to a black man. NOTHING. No one has the swagger, the body, the acumen, the inherent intelligence that my men do. They are the best,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113929434924768037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113929434924768037' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113929434924768037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113929434924768037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-i-love-black-men-part-one.html' title='Why I Love Black Men - Part One'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113923814852828594</id><published>2006-02-06T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:02:28.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make. I like country music. I mean I really like it. Not all of it, but an awful lot of it. More than makes folks comfortable. And it isn't because I moved to Ohio. I can trace it back to high school when I used to watch this tv show, and I can't recall the name now, but they used to line dance on there. They'd be Achy Breaking and Boot Scootin their asses off, and I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113923814852828594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113923814852828594' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113923814852828594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113923814852828594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113902843278555147</id><published>2006-02-03T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:47:12.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highland Place Mobsters/ I was so stupid at 19</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what made me think of this group. I guess because lately I've been reflecting on my video ho days (ho is short for honey in my case- haha). A  website dedicated to New Jack Swing described HPM as such:That summer, HPM was unveiled in all its glory with a debut single, "Let's Get Naked." Made up of Derrick "Boo Boo" Culbreath, Melvin "Elocc" Davis, "Chip" Theophilus "Maniac" Glass, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113902843278555147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113902843278555147' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113902843278555147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113902843278555147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/highland-place-mobsters-i-was-so.html' title='Highland Place Mobsters/ I was so stupid at 19'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113813307478723479</id><published>2006-01-21T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:04:34.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Official thoughts on Superhead - But then no more free publicity for her after this, so stop asking!</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people ask me what I think about "Superhead". Well here are my official thoughts. The thoughts expressed are just my opinion and do not reflect the views of anyone else but me! They are also my INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY and thus subject to copyright laws. In plain English, don't repost or quote my thoughts without asking me first. Or I'll sue you. I truly will. I'm a starving artist so trust</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113813307478723479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113813307478723479' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113813307478723479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113813307478723479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/official-thoughts-on-superhead-but.html' title='Official thoughts on Superhead - But then no more free publicity for her after this, so stop asking!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113813080805309990</id><published>2005-12-18T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:31:11.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexploitation</title><summary type='text'>So I caught something on cable tonight about the girls of music video and how there was exploitation in the rap industry. Karrine "Superhead" Steffans was one of the speakers, and a couple of other chicks I'm familiar with/heard about/worked with, etc. You know, I think that Karrine "Superhead" Steffans is getting a really bad rap that isn't really deserved. She had a rep when all that stuff went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113813080805309990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113813080805309990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113813080805309990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113813080805309990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/sexploitation.html' title='Sexploitation'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-113245442873125588</id><published>2005-11-19T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:40:28.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so not good at blogging</title><summary type='text'>I always think of these cool things to say in my blog. I never do it. I suck. But I'm going to get better. I promise. When I had my website, people used to love my diary. I used to get emails from folks all over saying that they loved to hear my tales of South Beach. Well life is different now, but I guess it's not less exciting. It's just exciting in a different way. Back then life was about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113245442873125588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=113245442873125588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113245442873125588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/113245442873125588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-so-not-good-at-blogging.html' title='I am so not good at blogging'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112360586602123895</id><published>2005-08-06T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:08:33.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Day</title><summary type='text'>I took the shorty to a cookout today at Hayes Park by the lake. The cookout was for a dude I kind of used to kick it with, who looked good as ever and is doing his thing in NY. He and a bunch of other Kappas were there. There wasn't a cloud in sight. Not too much humidity. It was truly the perfect day. There I was surrounded by beautiful Black men, all gainfully employed and in shape and funny, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112360586602123895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112360586602123895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112360586602123895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112360586602123895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-day.html' title='A Perfect Day'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112258711091978425</id><published>2005-07-27T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:45:10.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout out to my first love</title><summary type='text'>My first love in life posted a comment, and I have to give a shout out and a big fat juicy kiss to "K Swift". This was my boyfriend my Sophomore year. He was a Freshman. I robbed the cradle! And he was the best first love in the history of first loves. He is the man that set the bar for the next ones. And sadly, so many men pale in comparison to the memory of a high school boy!He was on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112258711091978425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112258711091978425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112258711091978425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112258711091978425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/shout-out-to-my-first-love.html' title='A Shout out to my first love'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112248002182655001</id><published>2005-07-27T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:39:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Songs of Summer 2005</title><summary type='text'>I'm making a mix tape os summer 2005 songs. I just want to know what are everyone's favorite songs of the summer. It doesn't matter what genre they are, as long as they make you want to shake your ass. And it's ok to throw a couple of slow jams in there. Mine are (in no particular order):1. Touch by Omarion2. One Thing by Amerie3. Dontcha by The Pussycat Dolls4. Let Me Hold You- Omarion and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112248002182655001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112248002182655001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112248002182655001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112248002182655001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/favorite-songs-of-summer-2005.html' title='Favorite Songs of Summer 2005'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112171766660325097</id><published>2005-07-18T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:14:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's really hood?</title><summary type='text'>Today's post is dedicated to the hood. Feel free to let me know what you think is really hood. But in the meantime, here's what I've got to say.1.The Chicago Police stopping my pastor Reverend Senator James Meeks, of the greatest church in the world Salem Baptist Church of Chicago, on his way home from Bible study last Wednesday. Then they drew down on him and told him to get in the fuckin car. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112171766660325097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112171766660325097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112171766660325097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112171766660325097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-really-hood.html' title='What&apos;s really hood?'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112084549458359132</id><published>2005-07-08T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:30:42.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Folks</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that folks just can't seem to keep my name out of their mouths? I don't have the answer but I have the solution. Fuck em. That's right, I said it. FUCK EM!OK if you haven't guessed I'm kind of pissy because people have been gossiping about me. Silly stuff. I mean, I really can't trust a soul right now. Girls are jealous and petty and so miserable, especially when they don't have a man! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112084549458359132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112084549458359132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112084549458359132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112084549458359132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/gossip-folks.html' title='Gossip Folks'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112058355456594674</id><published>2005-07-05T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:56:26.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real Though</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm gonna really do this blog thing since everyone has one. I've had a blog since 2001 and what you see is all that I've put into it. I'm horrible at this sort of thing. I buy diaries all the time, write in them about my latest love interest, and then when it's over I rip out all the pages and don't even want the book anymore.Anyway, this a portal into my warped and demented little world. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112058355456594674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112058355456594674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112058355456594674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112058355456594674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-real-though.html' title='For Real Though'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-112057756870948712</id><published>2004-12-20T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:38:05.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BEING A DJ</title><summary type='text'>I made a simple burn CD of Christmas songs for a co-worker. You know, the motown, soulful stuff. I have requests for 2 more. That's what makes it worth it. They're gifts, no charge. It feels so good to be loved- hehe. Or in the words of a wise man Biz Markie "Damn it feels good to see people up on it!"Well, the corporate gig came and went and I wish I could say without a hitch. One of the party </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112057756870948712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=112057756870948712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112057756870948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/112057756870948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-being-dj.html' title='I LOVE BEING A DJ'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108536025171547894</id><published>2004-05-23T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T19:57:31.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck?</title><summary type='text'>Theme songs of the day: Papillon by Chaka Khan aka Hot ButterflyGigilos Get Lonely Too by Morris Day &amp; The TimeDon't wait for me by Morris Day &amp; The TimeSometimes I Get Lonely by Morris Day &amp; The TimeOut on a Limb by Teena MarieMood: VERY RETROSPECTIVE &amp; INTROSPECTIVE mixed with overall STRONG feelings of Pimpiness. Chaka Khan - Papillon (aka Hot Butterfly) A faded photograph I mailed to</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.purplemusic.mynetcologne.de/' title='What the fuck?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108536025171547894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108536025171547894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108536025171547894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108536025171547894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck?'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108449116480358637</id><published>2004-05-13T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T18:32:44.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Random Rambles</title><summary type='text'>Mood: Bored, reflectiveTheme song of the day: So Sexy, Twista featuring R. KellyNot much to report. Just updating my site. I hate days like this where it is rainy cuz I get into a weird mood. I swear I have picked myself apart in every way possible. I have come to the conclusion that I am lazy and a procrastinator and I really got to work on that shit. It's not like I don't want to do stuff, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108449116480358637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108449116480358637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108449116480358637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108449116480358637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/05/rainy-day-random-rambles.html' title='Rainy Day Random Rambles'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108439067263328055</id><published>2004-05-12T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:17:26.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer summer summer time, Summertime!</title><summary type='text'>Mood: Introspective, reflective, hopefulTheme song of the day:Open your Eyes by Bobby CaldwellDamn that is a great song. It's the song Common sampled for The Light. I gotta share the lyrics with y'all cuz they are deep, and well, I'm sending a not so subliminal message to someone (AB), and shit, to myself too, and everyone who has experienced a heartbreak and is still healing!I see you, in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108439067263328055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108439067263328055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108439067263328055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108439067263328055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/05/summer-summer-summer-time-summertime.html' title='Summer summer summer time, Summertime!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108071460705553759</id><published>2004-03-31T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:19:18.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Veg-ass</title><summary type='text'>Viva Las Vegas. Another trip to Sin City. Every time I go out there I see or hear something that makes my jaw drop. I see so much craziness and drama. It's kind of cool though in a tacky ass kind of way. I wonder what it would be like to live out there. I'd probably be a very bad girl out there, so I should stay my ass in Chicago!I can't wait to go to this Prince concert. I was talking to this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108071460705553759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108071460705553759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108071460705553759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108071460705553759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/03/viva-las-veg-ass.html' title='Viva Las Veg-ass'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108000778957783270</id><published>2004-03-22T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:19:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City Of God</title><summary type='text'>Had a decent Sunday. I watched a lil arena football (don't even ask why!) and then went to see this movie called City of God. An awesome flick. Everybody check it out. It has a moving storyline, a lovable hero, anti-heros you love to hate, but it is GRAPHIC! Think along the lines of a Brazilian Pulp Fiction. This movie is gangster to the second power! Not in that ghetto fabulous commercialized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108000778957783270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108000778957783270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108000778957783270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108000778957783270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/03/city-of-god.html' title='City Of God'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-107600509421758712</id><published>2004-02-05T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:49:04.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I loooooooooove you you know I neeeeeeed you...</title><summary type='text'>Baby I loooooooooove you you know I neeeeeeed you...That song is the JAM. I'm lost in the matrix designing a website, bumping of all folks JLo. I'm not the hugest JLo fan, not hating, I just get sick of seeing her sometimes. And I don't think she sings all that great. But DAMN chica is good at what she does. She got the hottest producer around to create a fucking masterpeice.R. Kelly (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/107600509421758712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=107600509421758712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/107600509421758712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/107600509421758712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2004/02/baby-i-loooooooooove-you-you-know-i.html' title='Baby I loooooooooove you you know I neeeeeeed you...'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108482918973913043</id><published>2001-06-12T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:26:29.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin on yo booty anticipation</title><summary type='text'>I picked up my contact sheets for my headshots. They are awesome. The polaroids are nothing compared to the real deal. I look fresh and sweet on my commercial shot, and kind of sexy and sophisticated on my film shot. I'm just getting frustrated again because now I have to wait 8 days for my 8x10s, and then a few more days after that for my copies. I really wanted those pictures sooner, in case </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108482918973913043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108482918973913043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108482918973913043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108482918973913043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/06/feelin-on-yo-booty-anticipation.html' title='Feelin on yo booty anticipation'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108482966477650787</id><published>2001-06-08T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:34:24.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off My Chest</title><summary type='text'>Well personal drama has reared it's ugly head. Sometimes that happens. Anyway it prevented me from finishing my shoot with Digital Creations. I didn't get a chance to call them until the next day, but hey sometimes things like that can't be avoided. I'm pretty sure that Derrick understands, and he shot some other girls that night too, so he wasn't held up because of me.Plus I read the Diary for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108482966477650787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108482966477650787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108482966477650787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108482966477650787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/06/off-my-chest.html' title='Off My Chest'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108483041943282074</id><published>2001-06-07T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:46:59.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've got an audition tomorrow for an R. Kelly video. I think the song is Feelin' on Your Booty. It pays well, and Billie Woodruff is the Director, so I really hope that I get a part! I'm glad that Paul Neil of Picture Perfect hooked me up on the info. I'm gonna keep this entry short, so I can get some rest for the casting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108483041943282074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108483041943282074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483041943282074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483041943282074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/06/audition.html' title='Audition'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108483053000615723</id><published>2001-06-05T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:10:40.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headshots</title><summary type='text'>I shot headshots with Lynn Parks today. She is awesome. My polaroids came out really great!!! And Lynn says she knows we got some good shots.She seems to think I have a great commercial look and can get a lot of work.I was instantly comfortable with her. She's a really sweet woman, and an excellent photographer!I can't wait to see the finished product!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108483053000615723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108483053000615723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483053000615723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483053000615723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/06/headshots.html' title='Headshots'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108483082257497393</id><published>2001-06-02T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:54:15.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><summary type='text'>Shot with Derrick Threatt of Digital Creations along with Paul Neil of Picture Perfect. What can I say about the shoot?...It wasn't good, it wasn't bad. It was my first shoot with them, so it was a little awkward. Something I can truly say is that I'm learning a lot about the business, and the people associated with it.Derrick didn't look anything like I thought he would. He was cute with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108483082257497393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108483082257497393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483082257497393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483082257497393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/06/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108483123516133439</id><published>2001-05-13T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:17:58.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At Nikki Beach Club</title><summary type='text'>Well, I went to Nikki Beach Club to chill after hanging out with Moms today. What a night!!!First of all, I saw my dream date P. Diddy, with his mother Janice, his baby-mama, fashion stylist Misa Hylton-Brim, Faith Evans, and the ever present- security team. I didn't speak to P. Diddy, cuz I really didn't wanna seem like a stalker. But I did speak with Mrs. Combs, who was very nice, as well as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108483123516133439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108483123516133439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483123516133439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483123516133439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/05/night-at-nikki-beach-club.html' title='A Night At Nikki Beach Club'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257120.post-108483107929416383</id><published>2001-05-11T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:57:59.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not A Stalker- I Swear!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, tonight was very interesting. I went to Opium, one of my favorite hangouts. The vibe was off, and I wasn't really in a party mood, but I tried to make the most of it. My girl and I met a few nice guys (I'm not looking for anyone to date, but that doesn't stop me from being friendly). Some were from Seattle, in town for a bachelor party. Then we met this guy named Chris, an older man, who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/108483107929416383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257120&amp;postID=108483107929416383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483107929416383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257120/posts/default/108483107929416383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metasmith.blogspot.com/2001/05/im-not-stalker-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m Not A Stalker- I Swear!!!'/><author><name>Meta Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276467189044170185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e251/metasmith/tiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
