http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/ The Deep End Wed, 11 Aug 2004 08:50:06 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2004. Arts Web Design http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html Wed, 11 Aug 2004 16:47:21 GMT After much debate i've decided to utilize my webspace for my blog. The Deep End will remain intact as i do not want to close down something i've worked hard on. Click HERE to check out my newest creation and for my latest entries http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=28 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Wed, 28 Jul 2004 13:13:30 GMT No i will not start singing Staind, but its been awhile since i've found the need to make a post. Life has been crazy, my schedule has been crazy, hell who am i kidding I am crazy! I have some big decisions coming up and someday soon i'll pour everything out for the world to see. Until then, know that i am doing well and i have not forgotten about my little neck of the web. See you all soon. XOXO ::Miss P:: http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Mon, 12 Jul 2004 08:58:34 GMT It seems as if all i do lately is Mambo and Hump, but i promise soon i will have an entry worth reading. I think i'm just letting it all build up....so onto the mambo! I'm going to get us warmed up with a little "I say...You think..." musical style. dance:::booty club:::chaos saturday night:::Fever strobe:::fog machine boogie:::flick fever:::soup jazz:::shoes chorus:::line Now it's time to get the Mambo on. Are you all ready? 1. Have you ever done any line dances like the electric slide or the Macarena? :::Yes many times, i have no shame to... (more) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=26 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Wed, 07 Jul 2004 08:41:58 GMT Happy Humpday! Today is Chocolate Day (be still my heart)! , commemorating the introduction of chocolate in Europe in the year 1550! In honor of this beloved day, and to get us all in hump mode, using the letters C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E , tell a little about yourself. C --- Changes haircolor more often than underwear H --- High Self Esteem (after many years of low self esteem) O --- Orders too much take-out C --- Cries easily O --- Offers help to those in need L --- Loves being in love A --- Allergic to chocolate (go figure) T --- Tough on the outside E ... (more) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Mon, 05 Jul 2004 17:10:08 GMT I'm going to do a few different things this week. So if you're ready, let's get warmed up with a little bit of "musical" I say you think... tune: Piano flute: Pied Piper note: post-it gibson: drink baby: crying keyboard: type top: position soul: everlasting center: balance backup: copy 1. If you could have a career in the music industry, what would it be? I've always wanted to produce. I do not care for the constant scrutiny of a pop/rock star. You can never have a personal life and producers are the magic behind the music. 2. Do you know how to... (more) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html Fri, 02 Jul 2004 12:06:35 GMT The stars tried to burn me as i laid steeped in desire dreams of where your hands would be how your breath would feel on my skin the way your body would feel pressed against mine. Visions of our movements looping in my mind sheets whispering softly against my writhing body beginning to stick from passions heat. The moon lighting my skin casting a sheen of of illumination in answer to the stars burning light. Body spent and aching for more slumber washed over me stealing my fantasy and planting a garden of dreams. ( tt 07.02.04 ) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=23 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html Thu, 01 Jul 2004 00:48:36 GMT I have a really bad habit. Some may not think its bad, others may find it disturbing, and a few may accuse me of being a pervert but i am well aware of my flaws and have no problem in being honest with myself (or others). I tend to stare at men's crotch's. Sometimes i will do it consiously, other times i dont know i am doing it until a few moments go by and i realize i am doing it. The latter event is usually characterized by a glazed look. 9 times out of 10 i am daydreaming about random things not even associated with men's crotch's but for some reason my blank stare seems to attach... (more) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=22 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Tue, 29 Jun 2004 23:50:39 GMT No today is not the day for smiles nor is it the day to sing. It is not the day for warm embraces. Your touch just makes me cry Today is a day for darkness sadness and regrets. A day to weep for losses tradgedies, and pain. mascara runs. liquid emotion painting my face with the markings of devastation and despair. Nothing comforts the delicate pain of my loss.These wounds shall never heal. All that's left is despair. ( tt 06.29.04) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Mon, 28 Jun 2004 22:58:18 GMT Hidey hoe there campers welcome to the Monday Blahs. I'll be your lovely hostess please feel free to curse and scream as often as you like. Now that i am back into a normal work week i've returned to dreading Mondays. Perhaps it is just this Monday for reasons that i won't gross you men out with but the ladies will understand my PAIN. Enough said. Aside from physical blahness, it was damp, dreary and rainy so on the Monday-meter this one was definately a 3. (1 being awful) Maybe the Mambo will cheer me up some so here goes: Using the word "Survivor" (no, not the band...you'll... (more) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Sun, 27 Jun 2004 23:53:43 GMT Went through an old journal today, found this and felt like sharing. I remember the sleekness with which you prowled over me like a fever scorching the skin The clever way lies rolled off your tongue like stray raindrops from a leaf I can still feel your rough hands taking too much like greedy puppies on a mothers tit I remember the feeling of being in your arms after fucking and feeling as empty as the box of tissues on my floor after we said goodbye ( tt 07.09.00) http://thedeepend.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19