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Invigorate'/><category term='fucked. blog. miss. be back'/><category term='Mad cow'/><category term='feel touch.strong'/><category term='no title. hell'/><category term='dented'/><category term='crying'/><category term='nipple'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='touch.'/><category term='winter'/><category term='heat. flesh. pussie. sex. clit. tongues.rapture'/><category term='doll'/><category term='need.'/><category term='fingers'/><category term='Souris'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='desire'/><category term='finger. clit. nipples. play'/><category term='Roses.  Passion. Pussy.  Love'/><category term='Flora'/><category term='ride  walked. rest. drank.jail'/><category term='heeling'/><category term='pain. chest. needles. nicotine.addict'/><category term='painkillers. Arthritis'/><category term='Nattie.'/><category term='My dad made it.. he is doing well.'/><category term='Cancer. funds. 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Batting. fancy.Blush'/><category term='Cd'/><category term='publisher'/><category term='Daughter'/><category term='for sale'/><category term='my new bike'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Sun'/><category term='Plane'/><category term='Indulgance'/><category term='bundle. birth. boy. birthday.smile'/><category term='duvet. cold. ripped. aching. heavy eyes. sneeze'/><category term='fun.Whitby.wet.Rest.Spike'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Euphoria. Hearts. Surprise. Lick'/><category term='sea . sex. clit. hands. pussie. Euphoria. women'/><category term='Woman. love.'/><title type='text'>Indi</title><subtitle type='html'>A woman who loves women.

An Erotic writer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1940258872322756668</id><published>2012-01-22T22:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:09:37.074Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterbating.'/><title type='text'>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Rub~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Pretty little patterns.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers grind against&lt;br /&gt;my lips.. pulsating,&lt;br /&gt;generating heat. My&lt;br /&gt;heart rate increase&lt;br /&gt;as I drag my arse&lt;br /&gt;out of my jeans,&lt;br /&gt;til my bum is&lt;br /&gt;pivoting eagerly&lt;br /&gt;on the edge, legs&lt;br /&gt;wide...steady&lt;br /&gt;feet. Rub,&lt;br /&gt;retract the hood&lt;br /&gt;precision hits&lt;br /&gt;the spot..tingle&lt;br /&gt;breathe faster&lt;br /&gt;with staggered&lt;br /&gt;beats, my clit&lt;br /&gt;swells, the blood&lt;br /&gt;flows through&lt;br /&gt;my veins...&lt;br /&gt;twitch, flick&lt;br /&gt;rub.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;c-c-c-c-comin&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1940258872322756668?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1940258872322756668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1940258872322756668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1940258872322756668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1940258872322756668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/rub.html' title='~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Rub~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6199588446885758098</id><published>2012-01-18T20:07:00.010Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:18:21.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraud. crime. thief. win'/><title type='text'>Silver lining.</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that some sad bastard had taken nearly £500 out of my bank account without me knowing...throwing me into over drawn mode of £200. My card I think has been cloned.... some thing that happens to other poor unsuspecting folk like me.. it's a growing industry! Well my bank is on the case and will reimburse my lost funds and cover my daily £10 charge that the lovely bank people like to charge us for the not so nice privilege of being over drawn due to the scummy cretin who helped themselves to my money... it's a good job I never get to be face to face with that scummy cretin 'cuz I can honestly say I'd end up puttin them in A&amp;E!! I work very hard for my wages and don't take to kindly for anyone dipping their hand in.... in some far eastern countries they chop the hand off the thief...... I got a very sharp knife, but in this instance I think I may use a blunt one.... minus the anaesthetic. On the other hand ... now today I received in the post a very nice surprise... I've won £50 on the premium bonds... here is a silver lining after all. That shall go toward my Spanish holiday in May. Can't wait for that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6199588446885758098?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6199588446885758098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6199588446885758098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6199588446885758098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6199588446885758098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-lining.html' title='Silver lining.'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7261949901557879024</id><published>2012-01-15T20:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:12:24.194Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End'/><title type='text'>Boom</title><content type='html'>All can be possible.&lt;br /&gt;Possibility is every-&lt;br /&gt;thing. All I have&lt;br /&gt;to do is believe&lt;br /&gt;in me, for I hold&lt;br /&gt;the trigger. I just&lt;br /&gt;need a steady hand,&lt;br /&gt;stay calm, cool and&lt;br /&gt;collected - and like&lt;br /&gt;they say in the movies&lt;br /&gt;the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;Or in my world 'it's&lt;br /&gt;a piece of cake'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7261949901557879024?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7261949901557879024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7261949901557879024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7261949901557879024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7261949901557879024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mine.html' title='Boom'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5356183932267292983</id><published>2012-01-14T15:49:00.008Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:06:03.263Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm. rope. ache. flesh'/><title type='text'>Ricochet</title><content type='html'>My limbs begged for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;as the orgasm ricocheted each &lt;br /&gt;and every sinew in my body.&lt;br /&gt;I lay still, the bed clothes&lt;br /&gt;soaked, sweat stuck in my&lt;br /&gt;nostrils, spent euphoria&lt;br /&gt;dripped like early morning&lt;br /&gt;dew. Glazed..my vision&lt;br /&gt;holding on to the crack&lt;br /&gt;in the corner of the&lt;br /&gt;room. I tried to move,&lt;br /&gt;rope held tight my&lt;br /&gt;grip.. ankles rigid,&lt;br /&gt;flesh torn.. nipples&lt;br /&gt;stiff. I yawn as my &lt;br /&gt;flesh withers against&lt;br /&gt;a cool draft..the door&lt;br /&gt;opens... I close my&lt;br /&gt;eyes... bite my lip..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5356183932267292983?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5356183932267292983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5356183932267292983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5356183932267292983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5356183932267292983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/ricochet.html' title='Ricochet'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-9140652096788740578</id><published>2012-01-07T10:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:17:50.619Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah and more blah'/><title type='text'>Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.</title><content type='html'>Cherish the past ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Adorn the present~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Create the future~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Something I read the other day and it's&lt;br /&gt;  kind of stuck with me. It all makes for&lt;br /&gt;  common sense if you stop to think about&lt;br /&gt;  it. Oh 'ad' by the way my 'n' key does't&lt;br /&gt;  always work so my words don't always make&lt;br /&gt;  the write kid of sense. Just sayin like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-9140652096788740578?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/9140652096788740578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=9140652096788740578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/9140652096788740578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/9140652096788740578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.html' title='Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4089431229756154775</id><published>2012-01-04T21:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:55:50.257Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time to move on. forget the past'/><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>Last year has been and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Things were said and done..&lt;br /&gt;I can now look for the&lt;br /&gt;future, plan my next move,&lt;br /&gt;but never ever fall in&lt;br /&gt;love. I have a love,&lt;br /&gt;he's the man in my life&lt;br /&gt;and as we said 28 years&lt;br /&gt;ago we do, I did, we&lt;br /&gt;did and still do..love&lt;br /&gt;each other through&lt;br /&gt;and through. I won't&lt;br /&gt;be looking back, it's&lt;br /&gt;been done, whatever&lt;br /&gt;was said I did it, it&lt;br /&gt;was done. Past is&lt;br /&gt;past, I look forward&lt;br /&gt;to the future... so&lt;br /&gt;that is all I have&lt;br /&gt;to say today.. time&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4089431229756154775?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4089431229756154775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4089431229756154775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4089431229756154775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4089431229756154775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2012/01/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8758700976375438452</id><published>2011-12-29T17:10:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:24:00.826Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock. lodger. rules. board.'/><title type='text'>Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocKPqNEJOJs/TvyiJjT52jI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8wGGSaJqw1k/s1600/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocKPqNEJOJs/TvyiJjT52jI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8wGGSaJqw1k/s200/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691602314070710834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter moved out to move in with her long time boyfriend, my life changed.... for the better. I'm not listening for anyone saying 'hang on a minute she's your blood, she's your little girl!' Yeah she is my blood and is still her daddy's little girl but she's 25yrs old. Our life had gotten back to almost normality.&lt;br /&gt;Today she arrives with a car boot full of her belonging plus a 2year old CAT!! Bandit was her ex's way of her not gettin bored when he was away on business... so now my 6year old kitty has to make way for another male cat... good luck is what I say. I have laid down a few house rules and board money has shot up to the appropriate amount. Son's now lookin confused 'cuz he now has to do more, and so he should, this aint no fuckin hotel!! They don't like it they know where the door is. The last time ...well actually the time our daughter lived here she made my life a living hell, I blame her for me being on the anti depressants, I'm still on the fuckin meds... So I've told her what goes and what doesn't go. I also know that her dad isn't happy she's back, but we can't throw her out ( there has been times in the past I would have done!) So... our peace and quiet has now gone out of the window... am I a happy bunny? Ya really want me to answer that? I only hope that she can learn how WE live here.... She's in for a shock because I've changed too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8758700976375438452?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8758700976375438452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8758700976375438452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8758700976375438452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8758700976375438452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hotel.html' title='Hotel'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocKPqNEJOJs/TvyiJjT52jI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8wGGSaJqw1k/s72-c/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3032381522390393664</id><published>2011-12-27T20:27:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:59:12.967Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargain.acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old n new me'/><title type='text'>Inside out</title><content type='html'>Inside out is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt comfortable&lt;br /&gt;in the clothes I wear, could&lt;br /&gt;never find a certain fashion&lt;br /&gt;that I felt comfortable in.&lt;br /&gt;It was never me, I'm almost&lt;br /&gt;in drag and the again I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping, well it&lt;br /&gt;was more like several rounds&lt;br /&gt;with a sumo wrestler.. the &lt;br /&gt;crowds were a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;But I went lookin for a &lt;br /&gt;jacket, a mans jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I've had this dream&lt;br /&gt;about wearin dinner suite&lt;br /&gt;top hat n tails with &lt;br /&gt;shiny shoes, kinda like&lt;br /&gt;Fred Astaire fashion.&lt;br /&gt;So today I went hunting &lt;br /&gt;for the jacket, I have&lt;br /&gt;long arms, long body&lt;br /&gt;n broad shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;you'd have thought it&lt;br /&gt;would have been easy?&lt;br /&gt;Not!! After several&lt;br /&gt;shuffles in n out&lt;br /&gt;of various shops,&lt;br /&gt;I found River Island&lt;br /&gt;with yes another&lt;br /&gt;massive sale. Sifting&lt;br /&gt;through the many rails&lt;br /&gt;of unwanted clothes&lt;br /&gt;I found my hand holdin&lt;br /&gt;a grey blazer, with&lt;br /&gt;that army type brass&lt;br /&gt;buttoned effect..buttons&lt;br /&gt;and I fell head over&lt;br /&gt;heals in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;It was my size, and&lt;br /&gt;way more good lookin&lt;br /&gt;than what I'd found&lt;br /&gt;earlier so now I now&lt;br /&gt;where this new look&lt;br /&gt;is going with me.&lt;br /&gt;Also it was originally&lt;br /&gt;£55.00 reduced to £30&lt;br /&gt;but get this I paid&lt;br /&gt;£15.00 a total bargain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh then I found a Lady&lt;br /&gt;Gaga t-shirt which goes&lt;br /&gt;with blazer.. then&lt;br /&gt;Oh it just gets better &lt;br /&gt;paid £20 for a fitted&lt;br /&gt;waistcoat.. I now fit&lt;br /&gt;the part.. this is me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with tryin&lt;br /&gt;to fit in with this &lt;br /&gt;n that... this n that&lt;br /&gt;don't work for me. I&lt;br /&gt;have a new identity&lt;br /&gt;now... I am in the&lt;br /&gt;process of growin&lt;br /&gt;my hair, slightly&lt;br /&gt;boyish.. but I've&lt;br /&gt;always wondered&lt;br /&gt;what it was like to&lt;br /&gt;be a boy... I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;now and half way there.&lt;br /&gt;Cool day for shoppin!!&lt;br /&gt;I've come to accept&lt;br /&gt;the new  me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3032381522390393664?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3032381522390393664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3032381522390393664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3032381522390393664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3032381522390393664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/inside-out.html' title='Inside out'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4719588714291835780</id><published>2011-12-24T19:29:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:42:34.256Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes. friends. family. King. rejoice. merry. happy'/><title type='text'>~Christmas Eve~</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;The tree is lit all pretty lights a&lt;br /&gt;glow, presents all piled up beneath&lt;br /&gt;it's glorious brow.. time to rest&lt;br /&gt;and dream of the family who we will&lt;br /&gt;share this banquet fit for a king&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, to rejoice in all our/&lt;br /&gt;his glory. So I shall raise my&lt;br /&gt;glass and pre wish you all a very&lt;br /&gt;'H*A*P*P*Y~C*H*R*I*S*M*A*S' and&lt;br /&gt;hope you all get what you wish&lt;br /&gt;for....Turkey's in and veggies&lt;br /&gt;done... tie to relax and be&lt;br /&gt;ready for the festivities and&lt;br /&gt;fun. God bless all my family&lt;br /&gt;and friends. Cheers, love to&lt;br /&gt;all my audience and may gods&lt;br /&gt;peace be with you all this&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;Indi n out. XOXOXOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4719588714291835780?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4719588714291835780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4719588714291835780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4719588714291835780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4719588714291835780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='~Christmas Eve~'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6386383030641664806</id><published>2011-12-22T17:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:28:02.261Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile. card. cute. gem. woman'/><title type='text'>Sweaty fingers</title><content type='html'>There's this woman where I work.&lt;br /&gt;not my usual kind of woman, short&lt;br /&gt;and well basically under tall,&lt;br /&gt;as she has a lovely smile..not&lt;br /&gt;much to go on but she has this&lt;br /&gt;something about her kinda smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've written her a card, with&lt;br /&gt;a kitty on the front....so cute&lt;br /&gt;is this kitty sitting there with&lt;br /&gt;a Santa hat on cute kinda&lt;br /&gt;expression face... just waitin&lt;br /&gt;for ya to go 'Awwwwwwwwwwwww!'&lt;br /&gt;Cute. She, I'm not quite sure&lt;br /&gt;if she's gay or bi or straight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it matters... she&lt;br /&gt;has this nice smile and is&lt;br /&gt;really quite funny once I&lt;br /&gt;can get her to open up..&lt;br /&gt;It's the problem isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;First ever step is getting&lt;br /&gt;the person you're interested&lt;br /&gt;in to open up?! It doesn't&lt;br /&gt;happen very often but it's&lt;br /&gt;a real gem when it does..&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave the card&lt;br /&gt;on her desk tomorrow or&lt;br /&gt;forget it? It wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;hurt would it if I left&lt;br /&gt;the card on her desk ?&lt;br /&gt;I've signed the card&lt;br /&gt;but just with a 'from'&lt;br /&gt;not a 'love' from...&lt;br /&gt;I don't do cards to &lt;br /&gt;friends or women I&lt;br /&gt;like..LIKE! It sounds&lt;br /&gt;to forward don't ya &lt;br /&gt;think... do I leave&lt;br /&gt;a deliberate tiny&lt;br /&gt;not quite formed&lt;br /&gt;kiss...like this&lt;br /&gt;'x' or not as the&lt;br /&gt;case may be?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so bloody&lt;br /&gt;difficult to leave&lt;br /&gt;a card for some one&lt;br /&gt;who possibly may&lt;br /&gt;blush when they&lt;br /&gt;open it? Or not!&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll&lt;br /&gt;do when tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;arrives, all &lt;br /&gt;heated n hot,&lt;br /&gt;sweaty fingers&lt;br /&gt;heart strings&lt;br /&gt;in a knot..&lt;br /&gt;'Ah' but wait, &lt;br /&gt;'aha what?' What&lt;br /&gt;happens if I'm&lt;br /&gt;not alone in the&lt;br /&gt;office at 6a.m?&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, hadn't&lt;br /&gt;thought of that&lt;br /&gt;one!!!! Wish me&lt;br /&gt;luck.... I think&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;need it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6386383030641664806?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6386383030641664806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6386383030641664806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6386383030641664806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6386383030641664806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweaty-fingers.html' title='Sweaty fingers'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3639714407175536595</id><published>2011-12-18T21:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:21:12.592Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby. talented. won'/><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBBoOHFeGnM/Tu5YRRkg9VI/AAAAAAAAAro/m9ri9u9Mmgk/s1600/Abby%2BGift%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBBoOHFeGnM/Tu5YRRkg9VI/AAAAAAAAAro/m9ri9u9Mmgk/s320/Abby%2BGift%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687580433213093202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won this amazing picture off nitebyrd's blog a few weeks back. I received it last week and now can boast about my beautiful winnings. Abby is Autistic and makes these amazing pictures to relieve her stress. She is a very talented young lady.. Mine is awaiting the right size and colour frame to set off this picture and so hang it on my wall, pride of place. Thank you again nitebyrd... I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3639714407175536595?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3639714407175536595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3639714407175536595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3639714407175536595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3639714407175536595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/abby.html' title='Abby'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBBoOHFeGnM/Tu5YRRkg9VI/AAAAAAAAAro/m9ri9u9Mmgk/s72-c/Abby%2BGift%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-513066541073998266</id><published>2011-12-13T18:36:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:59:24.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost. loved. kiss. gone'/><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>Never say never.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the&lt;br /&gt;first time I&lt;br /&gt;saw you. My &lt;br /&gt;heart yelled&lt;br /&gt;out with Joy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I&lt;br /&gt;should 'av&lt;br /&gt;been born&lt;br /&gt;a boy. &lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;dressed&lt;br /&gt;all in one&lt;br /&gt;skeleton&lt;br /&gt;bones. I&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;that night.&lt;br /&gt;I can still&lt;br /&gt;see it now.&lt;br /&gt;From then&lt;br /&gt;til now..&lt;br /&gt;I loved&lt;br /&gt;you so &lt;br /&gt;much, gave&lt;br /&gt;my every-&lt;br /&gt;thing as&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;The kiss,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;that KISS!&lt;br /&gt;Should&lt;br /&gt;never have&lt;br /&gt;happened&lt;br /&gt;ya know.&lt;br /&gt;But it all&lt;br /&gt;came together&lt;br /&gt;as it always&lt;br /&gt;does.. as&lt;br /&gt;usual I&lt;br /&gt;gave what&lt;br /&gt;I've needed&lt;br /&gt;to give, you&lt;br /&gt;wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;I delivered&lt;br /&gt;the goods.&lt;br /&gt;From that&lt;br /&gt;day it's been&lt;br /&gt;going down&lt;br /&gt;hill ever&lt;br /&gt;since. I&lt;br /&gt;never felt&lt;br /&gt;the same about&lt;br /&gt;you. I said&lt;br /&gt;I didn't love&lt;br /&gt;you the same&lt;br /&gt;as I used to&lt;br /&gt;do........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;I lied!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;go on, so&lt;br /&gt;I pushed&lt;br /&gt;you away.&lt;br /&gt;So there&lt;br /&gt;you have it,&lt;br /&gt;I did it&lt;br /&gt;for me, for&lt;br /&gt;my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;cope with &lt;br /&gt;us..you..&lt;br /&gt;me. It&lt;br /&gt;didn't&lt;br /&gt;feel right.&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;how I am&lt;br /&gt;meant to &lt;br /&gt;feel...&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;to live&lt;br /&gt;with this&lt;br /&gt;empty void.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm&lt;br /&gt;safe because&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;won't read&lt;br /&gt;this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Deleted..&lt;br /&gt;barred...&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-513066541073998266?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/513066541073998266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=513066541073998266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/513066541073998266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/513066541073998266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3929550412382259886</id><published>2011-12-07T16:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:53:46.320Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not ovarian cancer or any other cancer. phew'/><title type='text'>Phew......</title><content type='html'>Just to let ya'll know&lt;br /&gt;I got my blood test&lt;br /&gt;results today and&lt;br /&gt;phew.. every thing&lt;br /&gt;is A OK! Phew....!&lt;br /&gt;I still got the&lt;br /&gt;belly ache down&lt;br /&gt;there but it's &lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;sleep over. So&lt;br /&gt;it's good news&lt;br /&gt;then. ;) PHEW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3929550412382259886?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3929550412382259886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3929550412382259886' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3929550412382259886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3929550412382259886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/phew.html' title='Phew......'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6917299402213227083</id><published>2011-12-03T17:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:54:32.263Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufferin. sufferin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufferin'/><title type='text'>BaGgY  wAiSt SyNdRoMe...</title><content type='html'>Today I started off feeling well,&lt;br /&gt;but as the day progressed it all&lt;br /&gt;changed. My stomach is so swollen&lt;br /&gt;now I look 7 months gone! This&lt;br /&gt;they call IBS is literally a&lt;br /&gt;right royal pain in the....&lt;br /&gt;eventually ASS!! I went&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shoppin, did&lt;br /&gt;really well, started&lt;br /&gt;and almost finished in&lt;br /&gt;one day, can't be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have friends&lt;br /&gt;coming round for a simple&lt;br /&gt;meal..chicken balti, roast&lt;br /&gt;veg n basmati rice if any&lt;br /&gt;of you are feelin hungry?!&lt;br /&gt;I've had to change into&lt;br /&gt;a pair of sloppy baggy&lt;br /&gt;gym bottoms, elasticated&lt;br /&gt;waist syndrome! It makes&lt;br /&gt;me feel sluggish..&lt;br /&gt;trapped wind isn't&lt;br /&gt;pleasant... esp when&lt;br /&gt;ya can't move it on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done moaning now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6917299402213227083?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6917299402213227083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6917299402213227083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6917299402213227083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6917299402213227083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/12/baggy-waist-syndrome.html' title='BaGgY  wAiSt SyNdRoMe...'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1499425220297402715</id><published>2011-11-30T20:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:53:17.572Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ovarian cancer. maybe. hopefully not'/><title type='text'>Rumblings</title><content type='html'>Some thing is stirring down below.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure why or how, I don't&lt;br /&gt;honestly know. Painful here, grumbling&lt;br /&gt;pains there... for what I can remember&lt;br /&gt;all those years ago. The doctor asked&lt;br /&gt;me certain questions of answers I &lt;br /&gt;gave my best.. I have an appointment&lt;br /&gt;next Monday..some red stuff they&lt;br /&gt;will take... they think it is&lt;br /&gt;my bowels, a subject often not&lt;br /&gt;spoken about... this is slightly&lt;br /&gt;to the right, the kind of&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortness that keeps you&lt;br /&gt;awake at night. So fingers&lt;br /&gt;crossed for some news I need&lt;br /&gt;to hear...and those infamous&lt;br /&gt;words form the nurse....&lt;br /&gt;'you'll feel just a little&lt;br /&gt;prick....................!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1499425220297402715?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1499425220297402715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1499425220297402715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1499425220297402715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1499425220297402715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/rumblings.html' title='Rumblings'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7324161657694576583</id><published>2011-11-28T17:06:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:32:10.374Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch. op. blood. bone. a n e...'/><title type='text'>66 not out</title><content type='html'>Friday night was planned.&lt;br /&gt;Go out for a meal at our&lt;br /&gt;local... go see the Xmas&lt;br /&gt;lights turned on then&lt;br /&gt;wonder around checking&lt;br /&gt;out the bring n buy&lt;br /&gt;stalls, get into the&lt;br /&gt;spirit of things..&lt;br /&gt;listen to the children&lt;br /&gt;as they scream with&lt;br /&gt;joy on the rides..&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't...&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;in A&amp;E with my&lt;br /&gt;other half, after&lt;br /&gt;finding out he'd&lt;br /&gt;had a wee accident&lt;br /&gt;on the farm where&lt;br /&gt;he works. I have&lt;br /&gt;to say the nursing &lt;br /&gt;staff were very good&lt;br /&gt;exceptionally &lt;br /&gt;thorough. Pain&lt;br /&gt;wasn't a problem&lt;br /&gt;for my man, the &lt;br /&gt;depth of the cut&lt;br /&gt;and the amount of&lt;br /&gt;red stuff flirtin&lt;br /&gt;out of his flesh&lt;br /&gt;was enough to make&lt;br /&gt;me realise there&lt;br /&gt;is more t this&lt;br /&gt;nursing than we&lt;br /&gt;actually think.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;a nurse, I get&lt;br /&gt;squeamish at&lt;br /&gt;the sight of&lt;br /&gt;needles..not&lt;br /&gt;to clever with&lt;br /&gt;the red stuff&lt;br /&gt;either. It&lt;br /&gt;turned out &lt;br /&gt;he'd cracked&lt;br /&gt;the big toe&lt;br /&gt;bone but split, &lt;br /&gt;if that's the&lt;br /&gt;right name&lt;br /&gt;for it, the &lt;br /&gt;deep incision&lt;br /&gt;in his foot,&lt;br /&gt;that refused&lt;br /&gt;to stop bleedin.&lt;br /&gt;He was admitted&lt;br /&gt;and went to&lt;br /&gt;theatre Saturday&lt;br /&gt;morning to have&lt;br /&gt;the cut opened&lt;br /&gt;some more so it &lt;br /&gt;could be&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;cleaned out..&lt;br /&gt;He is off work&lt;br /&gt;for a while..&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;unless I lock&lt;br /&gt;him in the &lt;br /&gt;house, he&lt;br /&gt;may at some &lt;br /&gt;stage.....&lt;br /&gt;'ESCAPE!'&lt;br /&gt;He is like&lt;br /&gt;me, I don't&lt;br /&gt;do sittin&lt;br /&gt;down takin&lt;br /&gt;it easy..I&lt;br /&gt;get bored&lt;br /&gt;very quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;So no ridin&lt;br /&gt;his motor-&lt;br /&gt;bike for a&lt;br /&gt;while....&lt;br /&gt;no drivin&lt;br /&gt;the car..&lt;br /&gt;I've hidden&lt;br /&gt;both sets&lt;br /&gt;off keys.&lt;br /&gt;Might give&lt;br /&gt;him a bath&lt;br /&gt;later, you&lt;br /&gt;ever tried&lt;br /&gt;gettin&lt;br /&gt;out of a&lt;br /&gt;bath with &lt;br /&gt;one leg?!&lt;br /&gt;So this is&lt;br /&gt;the first&lt;br /&gt;time ever&lt;br /&gt;that he has&lt;br /&gt;experienced&lt;br /&gt;a general&lt;br /&gt;anaesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;Up until&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;he's never&lt;br /&gt;ever had&lt;br /&gt;an operation.&lt;br /&gt;66 not out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7324161657694576583?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7324161657694576583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7324161657694576583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7324161657694576583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7324161657694576583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/66-not-out.html' title='66 not out'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-111735026708865097</id><published>2011-11-22T22:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:10:24.847Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facial movement'/><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ;-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                          &gt;;-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              :-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   X-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-111735026708865097?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/111735026708865097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=111735026708865097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/111735026708865097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/111735026708865097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6093767713900506440</id><published>2011-11-19T09:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:37:31.371Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm. quiver. cum'/><title type='text'>Fuck me</title><content type='html'>Eyes &lt;br /&gt;wide&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;mouth &lt;br /&gt;slightly&lt;br /&gt;ajar,&lt;br /&gt;clit in&lt;br /&gt;over &lt;br /&gt;drive,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;never &lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;thought&lt;br /&gt;we'd&lt;br /&gt;get &lt;br /&gt;this &lt;br /&gt;far.&lt;br /&gt;Goose &lt;br /&gt;bumps&lt;br /&gt;quiver, &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;shiver&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;orgasm &lt;br /&gt;imminent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6093767713900506440?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6093767713900506440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6093767713900506440' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6093767713900506440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6093767713900506440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-me.html' title='Fuck me'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1609868924621537057</id><published>2011-11-15T16:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:03:14.234Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple when ya think about it'/><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>If you do what you always did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     you get what you always got!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1609868924621537057?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1609868924621537057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1609868924621537057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1609868924621537057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1609868924621537057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-251611565843220378</id><published>2011-11-14T17:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:05:26.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dracular. food. chill Time away. stress'/><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was not the best of days due to me losing one of my boys. Bruce went to sleep., the angels are keeping a safe watch over him now. Friday was a little better I had the day off work, so a three day weekend I had and very nice it was too. We went on our motorbikes to North Yorkshire on the east coast of England to a famous place called Whitby.. famous due to Bram Stoker was meant to have landed there many many years ago. The setting is beautiful, with the remains of the Abby on the hill. We got there in just over 3 hours, stopping for much needed toilet break and hot drink to thaw out. Traffic was good... it stayed dry all the way... that is good because we normally get wet and for November too! I spent the whole three days doing absolutely nothing apart from chilling out, eating fish n chips at the famous Magpie cafe... eating large slabs of apple pie n custard at the Whistle stop cafe where all the bikers stop for refills. Saturday the sun came out and although it was cool it stayed bright and cheerful for a hand full of people wondering around the trinket shops.... We've been to Whitby now for several years, we always stop at the same B&amp;B as we know the couple who run it, their full English breakfasts go down a treat and set us up for the day. So I've had a lovely stress free three days away, just what the doctor ordered. Back to work today, didn't feel like it though, but hey that's Mondays as the Boom town Rats sung once.... 'I don't like Mondays!' And you can always tell when you're near the sea.... seagulls making their usual noise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-251611565843220378?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/251611565843220378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=251611565843220378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/251611565843220378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/251611565843220378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3259083024893233613</id><published>2011-11-10T14:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:32:59.787Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my kitty died today'/><title type='text'>R.I.P   Brucey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrp4tgAjpEw/TrvkkiHl3UI/AAAAAAAAArE/dSNhDYGFl1M/s1600/163131_139210989473633_100001541988952_253508_384489_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrp4tgAjpEw/TrvkkiHl3UI/AAAAAAAAArE/dSNhDYGFl1M/s320/163131_139210989473633_100001541988952_253508_384489_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673379471888342338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pussy cat 'Bruce!'&lt;br /&gt;He died today whilst out&lt;br /&gt;playin on the road, he&lt;br /&gt;got hit by a car. I  am&lt;br /&gt;so sad, I can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't quite a year&lt;br /&gt;old. My eyes are sore&lt;br /&gt; my vision blurd.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him so much..&lt;br /&gt;We will find a nice quiet&lt;br /&gt;spot in the garden under&lt;br /&gt;the damson tree where I&lt;br /&gt;often found him playing&lt;br /&gt;or sun bathing. Now I&lt;br /&gt;have to go and cry&lt;br /&gt;some more. Sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Brucey, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3259083024893233613?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3259083024893233613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3259083024893233613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3259083024893233613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3259083024893233613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/rip-brucey.html' title='R.I.P   Brucey'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrp4tgAjpEw/TrvkkiHl3UI/AAAAAAAAArE/dSNhDYGFl1M/s72-c/163131_139210989473633_100001541988952_253508_384489_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7958401652555794842</id><published>2011-11-09T20:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:28:04.532Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bang out  head'/><title type='text'>pissed .................................off, again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dRqoGvK1JY/TrrhIKWvRmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/VNlEMawf4ms/s1600/Point%2Btaken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dRqoGvK1JY/TrrhIKWvRmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/VNlEMawf4ms/s320/Point%2Btaken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673094210961491554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't                                                 &lt;br /&gt;like what you                                                  &lt;br /&gt;see...don't                                                      &lt;br /&gt;bang ya head&lt;br /&gt;on the way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7958401652555794842?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7958401652555794842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7958401652555794842' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7958401652555794842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7958401652555794842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/pissed-off-again.html' title='pissed .................................off, again!'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dRqoGvK1JY/TrrhIKWvRmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/VNlEMawf4ms/s72-c/Point%2Btaken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5600929810253305651</id><published>2011-11-08T22:57:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:10:34.450Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help. depression. fear.  selfish. me'/><title type='text'>Against the grain</title><content type='html'>I've never been selfish in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Generous to a fault my mother used&lt;br /&gt;to say... shirt off my back I'd give&lt;br /&gt;if I thought it'd help, last penny&lt;br /&gt;in my pocket to anyone I'd give.&lt;br /&gt;I like to be of help.. putting&lt;br /&gt;others first, fighting peoples&lt;br /&gt;wars.. giving a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;I really am struggling to put&lt;br /&gt;me first for a change, it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't seem to come&lt;br /&gt;naturally, of course it&lt;br /&gt;isn't who I am. If I am&lt;br /&gt;to recover this dismal&lt;br /&gt;state of depression that&lt;br /&gt;I'm in, I need to carry&lt;br /&gt;on regardless or I&lt;br /&gt;won't conquer anything.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I find my&lt;br /&gt;mind wandering to far&lt;br /&gt;and distant lands,&lt;br /&gt;lands where I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;go, the demons will be&lt;br /&gt;waiting to take me by&lt;br /&gt;my hand. These inner&lt;br /&gt;screams are deafening&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to &lt;br /&gt;do... how long do I&lt;br /&gt;have to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;When I stare in the&lt;br /&gt;mirror, a frightened&lt;br /&gt;young girl meets me&lt;br /&gt;with fear in her&lt;br /&gt;eyes.. most nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pretty&lt;br /&gt;dreams but night-&lt;br /&gt;mares in black&lt;br /&gt;and white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5600929810253305651?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5600929810253305651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5600929810253305651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5600929810253305651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5600929810253305651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/against-grain.html' title='Against the grain'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8212569223648064217</id><published>2011-11-07T17:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:31:18.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no title. hell'/><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>No title,&lt;br /&gt;no answer&lt;br /&gt;to the&lt;br /&gt;way I&lt;br /&gt;feel.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;fears&lt;br /&gt;of the&lt;br /&gt;way I&lt;br /&gt;ache&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;my senses&lt;br /&gt;are numb.&lt;br /&gt;No to&lt;br /&gt;the next&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;How I&lt;br /&gt;arrived&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;br /&gt;this &lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;called&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8212569223648064217?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8212569223648064217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8212569223648064217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8212569223648064217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8212569223648064217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7856554338370241694</id><published>2011-11-05T22:03:00.013Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:10:03.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noose. Christmas. Hurt.'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Lookin back I regret everything I ever did in my life,&lt;br /&gt;everyone I ever tried to love... I gave my everything,&lt;br /&gt;that was my down fall. I only ever wanted to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love...loved every one I came into contact with...&lt;br /&gt;when things went tits up I blamed myself, like a &lt;br /&gt;sponge I soaked up all the negative thoughts, they&lt;br /&gt;dropped me like a red hot brick...discarded..spat&lt;br /&gt;out. Finished... I was left to pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;This time I thought I'd got the hang of things..&lt;br /&gt;Proves I didn't.... but I've learnt one thing in&lt;br /&gt;my tedious existence on earth to not give in! I&lt;br /&gt;won't-can't admit to being wrong... I've kidded&lt;br /&gt;myself for such a long time that I was no longer&lt;br /&gt;in love... thought it better to quit while I still&lt;br /&gt;had my sanity, look where that got me. I am twisted,&lt;br /&gt;sad... empty... but there it goes again. I won't&lt;br /&gt;admit to being wrong. As I see it in my eyes I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have come up to standards, I set the&lt;br /&gt;bar... further than I can ever touch.. Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;are not my best friend, I'm a nobody who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;deserve fine stones... the only thing I should&lt;br /&gt;be wearing around my neck is a noose..........!&lt;br /&gt;My mother always used to say when I had friends&lt;br /&gt;around for tea, I'd sit down at my piano to play,&lt;br /&gt;stop showing off.... So I never showed off again,&lt;br /&gt;confidence knocked from an early age. Follows you&lt;br /&gt;around in adult life... &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know what rows ya boat, too busy&lt;br /&gt;trying to stop myself from getting any deeper in&lt;br /&gt;to the self harming regime again. Blades out shiny&lt;br /&gt;and new... it's like riding a bike... some more&lt;br /&gt;practice and I was off again... fresh wounds!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for pity...s o don't give me any.&lt;br /&gt;I have grown to know when the shit has hit the&lt;br /&gt;fan, I have also learnt how to avoid the shit,&lt;br /&gt;by ducking... or in my case pretending it isn't&lt;br /&gt;happening.... because in my own little world&lt;br /&gt;everything is perfect, rosy and smells of&lt;br /&gt;vanilla. I tried to be a slave once, because&lt;br /&gt;she said she loved me, I was beaten, whipped&lt;br /&gt;had unmentionables done to me because I thought&lt;br /&gt;if I didn't comply she wouldn't love me... in &lt;br /&gt;the end she just used me...spat me out I'm&lt;br /&gt;left to pick up the pieces... life's a &lt;br /&gt;bitch called Indi and then I will die..&lt;br /&gt;at least in death no-one can use me.&lt;br /&gt;But these are just words on a page...I &lt;br /&gt;don't believe what I write anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't love me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;by the way these words aren't for&lt;br /&gt;your benefit if you happen to read this&lt;br /&gt;of which I hope you don't. I wouldn't,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't cope with you thinking I'm&lt;br /&gt;some sad bitch, I might be in my head&lt;br /&gt;but that is for me to think about&lt;br /&gt;and no-one else ya hear me....? So&lt;br /&gt;what to you all want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from world peace and no more&lt;br /&gt;starving in the world... I want to&lt;br /&gt;be happy with who I am...&lt;br /&gt;I won't write words that I think&lt;br /&gt;people would want me to write or&lt;br /&gt;want them to read because I want&lt;br /&gt;them to like what I write...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7856554338370241694?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7856554338370241694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7856554338370241694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7856554338370241694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7856554338370241694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8369478142758970895</id><published>2011-11-05T16:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:19:04.450Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piss. hard. feelings'/><title type='text'>Lost n found</title><content type='html'>In limbo.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite&lt;br /&gt;sure of&lt;br /&gt;what to&lt;br /&gt;do next.&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;pretty&lt;br /&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;in one &lt;br /&gt;breath &lt;br /&gt;then in&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;breath &lt;br /&gt;feelin&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;it all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;have to&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;how you&lt;br /&gt;feel&lt;br /&gt;any&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;on that&lt;br /&gt;score.&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;the last&lt;br /&gt;time I&lt;br /&gt;got so &lt;br /&gt;fuckin &lt;br /&gt;mad, drank&lt;br /&gt;four pints&lt;br /&gt;of beer&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;walked&lt;br /&gt;out. Got&lt;br /&gt;lost just&lt;br /&gt;lately,&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;that night,&lt;br /&gt;walked&lt;br /&gt;home in&lt;br /&gt;the cold&lt;br /&gt;night,&lt;br /&gt;truly&lt;br /&gt;lost and&lt;br /&gt;so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good&lt;br /&gt;at tellin&lt;br /&gt;stories.&lt;br /&gt;My memory&lt;br /&gt;as clear&lt;br /&gt;as the day&lt;br /&gt;it went.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me&lt;br /&gt;how I feel&lt;br /&gt;right &lt;br /&gt;now..how&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;Lost...&lt;br /&gt;but found.&lt;br /&gt;Not so&lt;br /&gt;much as&lt;br /&gt;sad..&lt;br /&gt;at peace&lt;br /&gt;with the&lt;br /&gt;woman I&lt;br /&gt;now know&lt;br /&gt;I am. &lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;knockin&lt;br /&gt;on your&lt;br /&gt;door, &lt;br /&gt;askin&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;to forgive&lt;br /&gt;me, been&lt;br /&gt;there,&lt;br /&gt;done that,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;last very&lt;br /&gt;long. You&lt;br /&gt;want to&lt;br /&gt;talk, you&lt;br /&gt;have to&lt;br /&gt;ask me..&lt;br /&gt;like I&lt;br /&gt;said last&lt;br /&gt;time, this&lt;br /&gt;time it's&lt;br /&gt;all about&lt;br /&gt;me. I'm&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;gettin &lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;used to&lt;br /&gt;not thinkin&lt;br /&gt;about you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;it'd be&lt;br /&gt;really &lt;br /&gt;hard, in&lt;br /&gt;fact it&lt;br /&gt;was a &lt;br /&gt;piece of&lt;br /&gt;piss!!&lt;br /&gt;So there&lt;br /&gt;you have&lt;br /&gt;it, how&lt;br /&gt;I really&lt;br /&gt;feel right&lt;br /&gt;now.. not&lt;br /&gt;quite lost&lt;br /&gt;almost&lt;br /&gt;found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8369478142758970895?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8369478142758970895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8369478142758970895' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8369478142758970895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8369478142758970895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-n-found.html' title='Lost n found'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8982516130616466</id><published>2011-11-01T07:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:25:27.398Z</updated><title type='text'>..........................................................................</title><content type='html'>............... CLOSED !!....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8982516130616466?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8982516130616466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8982516130616466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8982516130616466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8982516130616466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='..........................................................................'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6683123300133749149</id><published>2011-10-29T16:21:00.023Z</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:06:52.680Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty. shitty. shitty. shitty'/><title type='text'>Shitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHPeH5WVuw/TqwxeqsXk-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/K-vOPXX12is/s1600/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHPeH5WVuw/TqwxeqsXk-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/K-vOPXX12is/s200/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668960433878832098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old&lt;br /&gt;same old&lt;br /&gt;same old.&lt;br /&gt;Nothings&lt;br /&gt;changed,&lt;br /&gt;can't&lt;br /&gt;get my&lt;br /&gt;head&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;feeling&lt;br /&gt;of lost.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped&lt;br /&gt;lookin&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;br /&gt;mirror,&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;same old&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;starin&lt;br /&gt;back at&lt;br /&gt;me. Have&lt;br /&gt;given up&lt;br /&gt;trying&lt;br /&gt;to figure&lt;br /&gt;out who&lt;br /&gt;it is.&lt;br /&gt;Sportin&lt;br /&gt;the latest&lt;br /&gt;in tubular&lt;br /&gt;bandage,&lt;br /&gt;same old&lt;br /&gt;excuse..&lt;br /&gt;aggravated&lt;br /&gt;muscle..&lt;br /&gt;easier to&lt;br /&gt;digest for&lt;br /&gt;the fuck wits&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;at the&lt;br /&gt;Tampax&lt;br /&gt;factory..&lt;br /&gt;I put the&lt;br /&gt;strings in&lt;br /&gt;Tampax for &lt;br /&gt;a job, pays&lt;br /&gt;not bad,&lt;br /&gt;buys me&lt;br /&gt;petrol for&lt;br /&gt;me bike.&lt;br /&gt;Curled up&lt;br /&gt;on sofa&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;heater on,&lt;br /&gt;tv too.. &lt;br /&gt;feelin tired&lt;br /&gt;what's new?!&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;are turning,&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is&lt;br /&gt;here again.&lt;br /&gt;Not got no&lt;br /&gt;treats in..&lt;br /&gt;nor tricks.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even&lt;br /&gt;be bothered&lt;br /&gt;for that..&lt;br /&gt;Soon be time&lt;br /&gt;for fireworks&lt;br /&gt;as we light&lt;br /&gt;the fuses &lt;br /&gt;that give&lt;br /&gt;loud bangs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not&lt;br /&gt;feelin to &lt;br /&gt;good of &lt;br /&gt;late. &lt;br /&gt;Constant&lt;br /&gt;bad neck&lt;br /&gt;stress I&lt;br /&gt;so believe.&lt;br /&gt;F***ing&lt;br /&gt;great!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mentor&lt;br /&gt;and a couple&lt;br /&gt;of close &lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;say I'm &lt;br /&gt;going about&lt;br /&gt;it the right&lt;br /&gt;way. Enough&lt;br /&gt;is enough,&lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;br /&gt;own demons&lt;br /&gt;to deal with,&lt;br /&gt;have no room&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;for anyone &lt;br /&gt;else right&lt;br /&gt;now.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;no bitch,&lt;br /&gt;certainly&lt;br /&gt;no cow!&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;be here&lt;br /&gt;for a &lt;br /&gt;while..&lt;br /&gt;mobile's&lt;br /&gt;constantly&lt;br /&gt;turned off!&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;answer the&lt;br /&gt;phone..&lt;br /&gt;Keep myself&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas aint&lt;br /&gt;far behind,&lt;br /&gt;I may not&lt;br /&gt;bother if&lt;br /&gt;ya don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;Won't apologise&lt;br /&gt;done nothin&lt;br /&gt;wrong.. same&lt;br /&gt;old same old,&lt;br /&gt;same old...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6683123300133749149?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6683123300133749149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6683123300133749149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6683123300133749149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6683123300133749149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/shitty.html' title='Shitty'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHPeH5WVuw/TqwxeqsXk-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/K-vOPXX12is/s72-c/O%2BM%2B%2BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-35164166444384526</id><published>2011-10-21T20:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:42:13.972Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tie me down n fuck me.'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;You captured my&lt;br /&gt;heart..now tie&lt;br /&gt;down my soul..&lt;br /&gt;not too tight.&lt;br /&gt;Left over right&lt;br /&gt;right over left.&lt;br /&gt;Brush away my&lt;br /&gt;hair from my&lt;br /&gt;eyes.. cover&lt;br /&gt;lightly.. not&lt;br /&gt;hard or blind.&lt;br /&gt;Silk n cream,&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;fields for&lt;br /&gt;ever. Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;touch.. trace&lt;br /&gt;the outline&lt;br /&gt;with tender&lt;br /&gt;care. Glide&lt;br /&gt;with feather&lt;br /&gt;in hand, &lt;br /&gt;tickle, giggle,&lt;br /&gt;cool current&lt;br /&gt;of air. Nipple&lt;br /&gt;erect, clit&lt;br /&gt;awake.. finger&lt;br /&gt;slide, legs&lt;br /&gt;wide...sharp&lt;br /&gt;intake of&lt;br /&gt;breath...&lt;br /&gt;inhale through&lt;br /&gt;nose.. lick&lt;br /&gt;lips... muscles&lt;br /&gt;clench.. brow&lt;br /&gt;sweat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-35164166444384526?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/35164166444384526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=35164166444384526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/35164166444384526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/35164166444384526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7934103149367917003</id><published>2011-10-17T15:47:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:09:47.018Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish. time. imagine. drowning'/><title type='text'>Drownin</title><content type='html'>Time for me.&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving&lt;br /&gt;start lovin&lt;br /&gt;myself. Those&lt;br /&gt;are the words&lt;br /&gt;from my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;This is very&lt;br /&gt;difficult for&lt;br /&gt;me. I'm a fish&lt;br /&gt;sign..at this&lt;br /&gt;moment in time&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fish that&lt;br /&gt;feels like she&lt;br /&gt;is drowning.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone&lt;br /&gt;who knows me,&lt;br /&gt;they will &lt;br /&gt;understand, &lt;br /&gt;and if ya&lt;br /&gt;don't then&lt;br /&gt;tough shit.&lt;br /&gt;Shit can be&lt;br /&gt;a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;cow shit on&lt;br /&gt;ya roses..&lt;br /&gt;shit on the&lt;br /&gt;souls of ya&lt;br /&gt;shoes...not&lt;br /&gt;so good..I&lt;br /&gt;aint talkin&lt;br /&gt;with no one&lt;br /&gt;or is proper&lt;br /&gt;English..I&lt;br /&gt;aint talkin&lt;br /&gt;to anyone&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give&lt;br /&gt;me time..&lt;br /&gt;could take&lt;br /&gt;weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;months....&lt;br /&gt;years....!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't rush&lt;br /&gt;how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;but since I&lt;br /&gt;gave up talkin&lt;br /&gt;to anyone I&lt;br /&gt;feel shit loads&lt;br /&gt;better... it's&lt;br /&gt;a long story.&lt;br /&gt;Aint goin there.&lt;br /&gt;It would mean&lt;br /&gt;talkin 'n' like&lt;br /&gt;I said..I'm done&lt;br /&gt;talkin.. gotta&lt;br /&gt;have ME time.&lt;br /&gt;I come first,&lt;br /&gt;not second&lt;br /&gt;or last. I have&lt;br /&gt;to think about&lt;br /&gt;what I want..&lt;br /&gt;need..and until&lt;br /&gt;I've figured&lt;br /&gt;that out... I &lt;br /&gt;aint by no&lt;br /&gt;means talkin!&lt;br /&gt;Textin! E mailin&lt;br /&gt;nothin...!!&lt;br /&gt;So if ya&lt;br /&gt;feelin left&lt;br /&gt;out.. just&lt;br /&gt;try n imagine&lt;br /&gt;how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta&lt;br /&gt;figure out&lt;br /&gt;now how I&lt;br /&gt;should feel.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from&lt;br /&gt;a drowning&lt;br /&gt;fish outta&lt;br /&gt;water..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ooooow...I&lt;br /&gt;just wanna&lt;br /&gt;SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7934103149367917003?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7934103149367917003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7934103149367917003' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7934103149367917003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7934103149367917003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/drownin.html' title='Drownin'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6918057195519310327</id><published>2011-10-16T19:16:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:27:02.450Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I no longer smoke.. I quit'/><title type='text'>~ 1 ~</title><content type='html'>I quit.&lt;br /&gt;I did..&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;I quit.&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;fags,&lt;br /&gt;bad &lt;br /&gt;breath&lt;br /&gt;dirty&lt;br /&gt;teeth,&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;skin,&lt;br /&gt;feelin&lt;br /&gt;outta&lt;br /&gt;breath&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;br /&gt;doin&lt;br /&gt;menial&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;Runnin,&lt;br /&gt;rushin,&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;it ...&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;I no&lt;br /&gt;longer&lt;br /&gt;smoke.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;br /&gt;lungs&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;clear.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;fuller.&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;turkey&lt;br /&gt;worked&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;did I&lt;br /&gt;tell &lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;quit&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;ago&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6918057195519310327?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6918057195519310327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6918057195519310327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6918057195519310327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6918057195519310327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title='~ 1 ~'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4599675798967127967</id><published>2011-10-14T13:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:43:08.671Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good.. bad'/><title type='text'>All Clear</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago my Dad phoned at around 9pm, I always get worried at that time of night as to some thing being wrong. In this instance it was good that I answered the phone. Great news followed as my Pa told me he'd been back to the hospital where it all started months ago with the Aneurysms,from discovery to surgery then out then back in for minor repairs to the previous surgery. He's had the all clear. Now my dilemma is my beautiful new family in Canada, I'm holding back telling them as their Dad has just been diagnosed with Cancer. They always ask how my dad is, as he had the same operation as Burt... now Burt has come through his 3 surgery's and is looking grim as to his life before him. I can't ... I don't want to be happy talking to them as they are going through so much upset and pain right now, as I am with them every step of the way. I am so HAPPY that my dad's better.... what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4599675798967127967?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4599675798967127967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4599675798967127967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4599675798967127967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4599675798967127967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-clear.html' title='All Clear'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6729917952068593161</id><published>2011-10-09T09:31:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:45:12.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spread. death.dad.pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpless. cancer'/><title type='text'>Aggressive</title><content type='html'>Numb is how I feel today,&lt;br /&gt;something to do with life.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought the meds&lt;br /&gt;were beginning to work, but&lt;br /&gt;now I'm slowly slipping down&lt;br /&gt;the ramp into the abyss... I&lt;br /&gt;feel like I've failed myself&lt;br /&gt;I hate to trample on others&lt;br /&gt;feet. My mouth is small, my&lt;br /&gt;heart is full of pain, and if&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't enough I have&lt;br /&gt;received bad news from afar.&lt;br /&gt;My life is nothing when I&lt;br /&gt;compare my sister's pain..&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is gettin the better&lt;br /&gt;of him... it doesn't look&lt;br /&gt;good. If Liver and Colon&lt;br /&gt;wasn't shitty enough..&lt;br /&gt;the results of the CT scan&lt;br /&gt;show it's now spread to&lt;br /&gt;his spine, lymph, lungs..&lt;br /&gt;from his liver and that&lt;br /&gt;massive tumour they&lt;br /&gt;found in his colon last&lt;br /&gt;time. So I have no&lt;br /&gt;right to complain..&lt;br /&gt;my new found family&lt;br /&gt;from across the pond&lt;br /&gt;are struggling with the&lt;br /&gt;on going thought of&lt;br /&gt;losing their Dad..&lt;br /&gt;time limit..who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Chemo is an option, but&lt;br /&gt;at 73 yrs old..to fill&lt;br /&gt;his body full of nasty&lt;br /&gt;aggressive chemicals,&lt;br /&gt;to attack this awful&lt;br /&gt;aggressive cancer&lt;br /&gt;which is rapidly&lt;br /&gt;taking away his life?&lt;br /&gt;And I thought my life&lt;br /&gt;was bad..... I still&lt;br /&gt;feel numb.... I read&lt;br /&gt;the E mail that my &lt;br /&gt;sister sent, I read&lt;br /&gt;it twice, I still&lt;br /&gt;can't take in those&lt;br /&gt;dreaded words... I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to lose my new&lt;br /&gt;adopted dad... I feel&lt;br /&gt;the grief which explodes&lt;br /&gt;in me... the anger from&lt;br /&gt;deep wthin... I'm numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6729917952068593161?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6729917952068593161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6729917952068593161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6729917952068593161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6729917952068593161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/aggressive.html' title='Aggressive'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7999607203127956085</id><published>2011-10-04T16:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:33:17.052Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed. spiky.  loving. bike'/><title type='text'>~Spiky~</title><content type='html'>Spiky left this blog sphere some months ago... not sure of how many to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same with out her.... I don't know about any one else but even though I'd never actually met her face to face, spoken to her on the phone... I felt I knew her... like a distant sister, best friend. If you manage to read this Spiky... I hope you are taking great care of you and your family. I wish you all the very best in life... and one day you will have that ride on my badassmotherfucker of a motorbike...that I just know must happen. I realise that people in blog land are very busy with their lives... mine of late has been very busy particularly at work... gone from a normal 40 hr shift to a 45 hr shift, getting up at silly times of the day...short term and I made sure with my boss I get time off later, I aint stupid...wouldn't do it unless there was some thing in it for me ;). Any how digressing from the story. I wish you health ~ wealth ~ and most of all happiness Spiky my dear... And don't let the bastards wear you down.&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing your amazing stories and may be one day when the dust has settled, you might return to blog land and put a big smile on my face.... or may be not, which ever way life comes.... just keep on being you Spiky... You are beautiful, sexy, funny. talented... and I miss you x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7999607203127956085?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7999607203127956085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7999607203127956085' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7999607203127956085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7999607203127956085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/spiky.html' title='~Spiky~'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1444521332872414203</id><published>2011-10-02T16:43:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:57:27.045Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumble...flick... kiss'/><title type='text'>~ Juicy ~</title><content type='html'>Juicy little bud, roll your&lt;br /&gt;tongue around my cunt...&lt;br /&gt;sharp intake of breath..&lt;br /&gt;suck...lick...anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;Reach up one hand, one&lt;br /&gt;extended arm..grip tight&lt;br /&gt;the covers with all&lt;br /&gt;the strength you have.&lt;br /&gt;Pull back my outer&lt;br /&gt;labia, bring pressure&lt;br /&gt;to my hooded beast..&lt;br /&gt;one hand..one extended&lt;br /&gt;arm, circle my nipple&lt;br /&gt;with finger. Flick left&lt;br /&gt;to right...then with&lt;br /&gt;gentle frustrations...&lt;br /&gt;squeeze...then harder&lt;br /&gt;still, run with me..&lt;br /&gt;faster...faster, take&lt;br /&gt;me over the hill. With&lt;br /&gt;the sun in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;blinkered heat rise,&lt;br /&gt;legs twitch, sexual&lt;br /&gt;beings. I stare into&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, with one&lt;br /&gt;hand, one arm&lt;br /&gt;stretched out...&lt;br /&gt;tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;from lids to lips,&lt;br /&gt;we fumble with our&lt;br /&gt;mouths to kiss...kiss&lt;br /&gt;kiss........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1444521332872414203?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1444521332872414203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1444521332872414203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1444521332872414203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1444521332872414203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/10/juicy.html' title='~ Juicy ~'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6204394716417057533</id><published>2011-09-18T09:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:03:10.660Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer. shit. Dignity. Tumour.Sad'/><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>I had a phone call from Burt in Canada, that's my new relative, cousin to my other half. He's had his other operation for his fourth Aneurysm and all went well, however the bad news is......&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting in the consultants room with this man in a white coat when he says, well the good news is...blah blah blah.. but we did however find some..... your hearts misses a beat, your mouth becomes dry... your heart races.... you have a nasty taste in your mouth... then he says... we have discovered cancerous spots on your liver. You world stops there n then. You don't believe what you're hearing. You look at each other as though you've never laid eyes on each other before... The doctor then announces Burt will have to undergo a camera up your back passage.... and one down your throat. I've just had an E mail off Kim his daughter, my new sister... the hospital have confirmed he has a tumour on his Colon along with the one on his liver.....OH SHIT it aint looking good! I haven't told my other half yet as he's gone on a bikers (men only) bikin holiday to Spain, due back next Wednesday, he celebrates his birthday on the Thursday, out for a birthday meal on the Friday night, so by next Saturday when everything has happened and settled, I have to sit him down and break the news to him, his cousin's got cancer....His cousin is more like a second dad to him. I'm not looking forward to it one little bit. I worry about my parents, Dad's been in and out of hospital just lately... he's covered in scars... and now he has to piss into a bag!!! There goes his dignity!! My mother has been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arhtritis apparently she's riddled with it..... can't wait for old age to kick in eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6204394716417057533?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6204394716417057533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6204394716417057533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6204394716417057533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6204394716417057533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1931264324987377000</id><published>2011-09-12T16:08:00.013Z</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:25:40.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blades.free.blood. tree'/><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>Today I went to work whilst wearing&lt;br /&gt;a tubular bandage on my lower left arm.&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul asked me what I'd done..&lt;br /&gt;until after lunch when I realised that&lt;br /&gt;the world was now actually awake!&lt;br /&gt;The main question was..'what had I&lt;br /&gt;done to my arm?' I replied 'whilst&lt;br /&gt;climbing the bloody damson tree&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and caught my arm on&lt;br /&gt;the rough bark.. it's nothing&lt;br /&gt;really.' That appeared to go&lt;br /&gt;down quite well actually...&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not lying, well in a &lt;br /&gt;way I guess I am. Please don't&lt;br /&gt;judge me either, I had enough&lt;br /&gt;of that with my first session&lt;br /&gt;with the not so delightful&lt;br /&gt;councilor a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;ago, who in her infinite&lt;br /&gt;wisdom decided to label me&lt;br /&gt;butch due to the way I dress.&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the doctor's today&lt;br /&gt;and cancelled my next three&lt;br /&gt;appointments with the so called&lt;br /&gt;councilor, I don't think we would&lt;br /&gt;have got on terribly well..&lt;br /&gt;So for now I'm back to the&lt;br /&gt;beginning.. I'm now quiet again,&lt;br /&gt;don't wish to talk to no one..&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought I was&lt;br /&gt;getting some where.. still&lt;br /&gt;not sure if this world is&lt;br /&gt;for me!! Still takin my&lt;br /&gt;meds.. still not drinkin&lt;br /&gt;alcohol. Treated myself&lt;br /&gt;to a packet of brand new&lt;br /&gt;razor blades the other&lt;br /&gt;day... Sat really quite&lt;br /&gt;quietly on my bed yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;steady hand, not a note&lt;br /&gt;of panic anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;I was in total control,&lt;br /&gt;and the first sign of&lt;br /&gt;blood made me smile..&lt;br /&gt;it didn't hurt.. I had&lt;br /&gt;prepared coverage and&lt;br /&gt;tissues at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared is my motto.&lt;br /&gt;So I fell out of the&lt;br /&gt;bloody damson tree..&lt;br /&gt;easy really when ya&lt;br /&gt;think about it. This is&lt;br /&gt;my business,&lt;br /&gt;I have come to judge&lt;br /&gt;no one, so no-one&lt;br /&gt;should judge me...&lt;br /&gt;I feel free when&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself...&lt;br /&gt;end of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1931264324987377000?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1931264324987377000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1931264324987377000' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1931264324987377000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1931264324987377000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/disaster.html' title='Disaster'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3376312308267551843</id><published>2011-09-10T09:06:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:20:05.241Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital. visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad.  Mum'/><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>After my fathers operation back in June this year, all was going well until he started to experience blood loss with no pain or warning. After considerable episodes he decided enough was enough. Doctors appointment made. The doctor was very thorough, the nurse patched him up.. a phone call made and my dad is collected this time by Ambulance back to Leicester Royal Infirmary to be mended. The doctor thinks that he contracted some kind of infection either from the plastic tube they implanted into him.. or some other way.. but I would have thought that if he had an infection he would feel poorly, under the weather? He had neither of these complaints. So he has had the operation to remove the plastic tube from his lower groin area, where upon the first aneurysm was, but they have had to cut a fresh wound just above the original one. The surgeon took a piece of vein from his arm, but that wasn't big enough so they took a piece of vein from his leg.. the poor man will have scars all over him! I am visiting him today with my Mum. He phones my mum several times a day, as up until last time he was in hospital ..they haven't been apart from each other for so long. She gets lonely... doesn't eat well, they are both diabetic.. he hates hospital food.... who likes the food in these places?? He has had several blood tests and the main test being they will grow a culture which will take anything from 10 to 14 days where hopefully it will give some clue as to why he suffered the blood loss and suspected infection in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3376312308267551843?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3376312308267551843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3376312308267551843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3376312308267551843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3376312308267551843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-809327221546295196</id><published>2011-09-05T19:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:54:59.816Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clit.rub.wet'/><title type='text'>Fumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLl5rD1JV8/TmUkRCSc2UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/InL4A1bqck4/s1600/fanying%2Baround.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLl5rD1JV8/TmUkRCSc2UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/InL4A1bqck4/s320/fanying%2Baround.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648961182696790338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers all a fumble,&lt;br /&gt;pubic hair removed..&lt;br /&gt;fingers eager to&lt;br /&gt;pleasure me..rub&lt;br /&gt;gently at first&lt;br /&gt;with steadied&lt;br /&gt;speed, accuracy&lt;br /&gt;is a must if&lt;br /&gt;you please..&lt;br /&gt;tease me..&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yeah..'&lt;br /&gt;finger my clit&lt;br /&gt;come on baby&lt;br /&gt;make me wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-809327221546295196?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/809327221546295196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=809327221546295196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/809327221546295196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/809327221546295196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/fumble.html' title='Fumble'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLl5rD1JV8/TmUkRCSc2UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/InL4A1bqck4/s72-c/fanying%2Baround.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-838272235783848988</id><published>2011-09-04T08:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-09-04T08:32:10.789Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage. celebrate. cards'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday to the day in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;I got all dressed up to meet&lt;br /&gt;this man I'd fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;with.. to meet him at the&lt;br /&gt;alter, with all our family&lt;br /&gt;and friends to witness...&lt;br /&gt;to say these words followed&lt;br /&gt;by two very important words&lt;br /&gt;'I DO'.. and we did, that&lt;br /&gt;was a day to remember..&lt;br /&gt;we remembered the day&lt;br /&gt;yesterday with cards&lt;br /&gt;and a nice meal out just&lt;br /&gt;him and me... 28 years&lt;br /&gt;is a mightily long time.&lt;br /&gt;He's stood by me through&lt;br /&gt;thick n thin.. I am his&lt;br /&gt;wife, the mother of his&lt;br /&gt;off spring..I don't think&lt;br /&gt;we've done too bad all&lt;br /&gt;these years... I still&lt;br /&gt;love him, I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-838272235783848988?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/838272235783848988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=838272235783848988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/838272235783848988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/838272235783848988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2087828885100813849</id><published>2011-09-01T19:04:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:36:37.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings. alcohol.shit. hell.'/><title type='text'>Highs &amp; Lows</title><content type='html'>Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;my lack of feelings&lt;br /&gt;have gone away..&lt;br /&gt;they say it's the&lt;br /&gt;medication...&lt;br /&gt;it's not that&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying&lt;br /&gt;awake.. I can &lt;br /&gt;sleep for &lt;br /&gt;England but I&lt;br /&gt;awake feeling&lt;br /&gt;totally shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell&lt;br /&gt;if the meds&lt;br /&gt;have got it&lt;br /&gt;sussed..some&lt;br /&gt;days I feel&lt;br /&gt;almost good,&lt;br /&gt;then whack..&lt;br /&gt;I've taken&lt;br /&gt;two steps&lt;br /&gt;forward and&lt;br /&gt;several back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly&lt;br /&gt;tired.. got&lt;br /&gt;black circles&lt;br /&gt;under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I&lt;br /&gt;was laughing&lt;br /&gt;and joking..&lt;br /&gt;I thought it&lt;br /&gt;had worked..&lt;br /&gt;It had not,&lt;br /&gt;today I felt&lt;br /&gt;worse.. still&lt;br /&gt;no alcohol, &lt;br /&gt;I've even lost&lt;br /&gt;weight.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;so counting&lt;br /&gt;on the meds&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;performing&lt;br /&gt;some kind of&lt;br /&gt;miracle....&lt;br /&gt;the doc says&lt;br /&gt;it should make&lt;br /&gt;a difference in&lt;br /&gt;a couple of months!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hell shit three&lt;br /&gt;months is a long&lt;br /&gt;time, I'm hoping&lt;br /&gt;this so called&lt;br /&gt;miracle appears&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon so&lt;br /&gt;I can crack open&lt;br /&gt;a long awaited&lt;br /&gt;can of beer to&lt;br /&gt;fuckin celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;if it's not too&lt;br /&gt;late?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2087828885100813849?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2087828885100813849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2087828885100813849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2087828885100813849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2087828885100813849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/09/highs-lows.html' title='Highs &amp; Lows'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8945010821524887818</id><published>2011-08-27T16:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:32:13.314Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brekes. slam. wine. surreal. dreams'/><title type='text'>Random ramblings of desperate depressionist!!!!</title><content type='html'>Even though I haven't had one juicy ( terribly missed ) glass of any kind of alcohol in the last three weeks...almost.. my dreams are very colourful, vibrant and surreal! When I did drink.. my dreams became almost scary... but not to the point of waking up scary. Last night I dreamt I was lost whilst out on my motorbike and I managed to drop her not one but three times... and without loss of ability to pick her up again. So you can imagine that when I got up this morning and found the weather to be ideal for riding my Yamaha FZ8, I was slightly nervous... to say the least! I did have a near death experience last week when following a car at roughly 70mph, he decides to stop thus slamming on his brakes... 'I' slammed on mine too, which.... sent my back wheel into the locking position and my front wheel then wobbling erratically whilst 'I' tried my best to stay on.... it was fuckin scary, and I left a long black rubber line where my tyre skidded on the tarmac.. but I survived to ride another day. I have had one or two surreal episodes since taking the medication... and wonder if it is in fact the medication that has sent my mind into over drive.... alas my body has not followed and still feel constantly tired!! My first hour with the councillor last Tuesday was one I shall not forget in a hurry.... I have three more appointments to come.... and she will be giving me home work.... I have some more questions for her myself so I expect it to get very heated in there.... I just hope I can eventually find my inner peace and have a fricken drink of wine to celebrate my triumph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8945010821524887818?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8945010821524887818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8945010821524887818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8945010821524887818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8945010821524887818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-ramblings-of-desperate.html' title='Random ramblings of desperate depressionist!!!!'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5260906016809089033</id><published>2011-08-24T16:15:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:29:34.306Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raw. feelings. peace'/><title type='text'>Raw</title><content type='html'>Words exchanged, feelings raw.&lt;br /&gt;sitting awkwardly..thinking I've&lt;br /&gt;so been here before. Knots in&lt;br /&gt;my stomach..mouth kind of dry.&lt;br /&gt;To think that just two weeks&lt;br /&gt;ago I'd have given anything&lt;br /&gt;to die. Brought out the &lt;br /&gt;weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;last night, and without a &lt;br /&gt;stiff drink I quite calm&lt;br /&gt;started to calve my way out.&lt;br /&gt;Steady as she goes, first&lt;br /&gt;cut is the deepest, the rest&lt;br /&gt;come with ease. To be asked&lt;br /&gt;if I was happy... blank &lt;br /&gt;expression, is there such&lt;br /&gt;a thing? I want to find&lt;br /&gt;my inner peace, to be calm.&lt;br /&gt;When I have found that I&lt;br /&gt;think I will have reached&lt;br /&gt;my goal. It's a long journey&lt;br /&gt;it's going to take all my&lt;br /&gt;strength and then some more.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be happy with me&lt;br /&gt;then the rest should fall&lt;br /&gt;into place... but until&lt;br /&gt;that day, I shall remain&lt;br /&gt;without a true smile&lt;br /&gt;upon my face. My feelings&lt;br /&gt;are raw, cut wide open..&lt;br /&gt;like I mentioned earlier..&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5260906016809089033?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5260906016809089033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5260906016809089033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5260906016809089033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5260906016809089033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/raw.html' title='Raw'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1481923233377432419</id><published>2011-08-22T15:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:32:43.090Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut. sap.cry.'/><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5cvFjfP3i8/TlJ9KLcOzeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B5gO5uFO4FM/s1600/Revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5cvFjfP3i8/TlJ9KLcOzeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B5gO5uFO4FM/s320/Revenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643710896872017378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft sweet..sticky&lt;br /&gt;like the sap of a&lt;br /&gt;tree. Cut this&lt;br /&gt;darkness away..&lt;br /&gt;now I shall scream&lt;br /&gt;with tears in&lt;br /&gt;my eyes..and&lt;br /&gt;I shall call&lt;br /&gt;this Euphoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1481923233377432419?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1481923233377432419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1481923233377432419' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1481923233377432419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1481923233377432419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5cvFjfP3i8/TlJ9KLcOzeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B5gO5uFO4FM/s72-c/Revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1143886933665656742</id><published>2011-08-16T15:04:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:20:15.895Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty. free. fricken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat piss'/><title type='text'>Pissed.................off!</title><content type='html'>The one thing I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;given up until last week&lt;br /&gt;was alcohol... then the&lt;br /&gt;sweet doctor lady gave&lt;br /&gt;me not only a form to&lt;br /&gt;fill in to decide how&lt;br /&gt;depressed I was.. didn't&lt;br /&gt;actually tell me I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;be allowed alcohol whilst&lt;br /&gt;taking these anti-depress&lt;br /&gt;pills...which has depressed&lt;br /&gt;me even further. Now I can&lt;br /&gt;hear you all saying that&lt;br /&gt;alcohol is a depressant..&lt;br /&gt;yeah I get that but I&lt;br /&gt;don't smoke anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;I now can't have a tipple&lt;br /&gt;either because this&lt;br /&gt;shitty world we survive&lt;br /&gt;in, or at least try to&lt;br /&gt;survive in has sent me&lt;br /&gt;'WACKO' for the record.&lt;br /&gt;Some one at work last&lt;br /&gt;week did however suggest&lt;br /&gt;I tried ...wait for it..&lt;br /&gt;'Alcohol-free' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried it, I've&lt;br /&gt;never tasted cat piss&lt;br /&gt;before but I'm guessin&lt;br /&gt;this alcohol free beer&lt;br /&gt;resembles cat piss !!!&lt;br /&gt;So why do we still call&lt;br /&gt;it beer if it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;have that curtain kick to&lt;br /&gt;it, that... let me see,&lt;br /&gt;'Alcohol' in it? Ya may&lt;br /&gt;as well not 'FRICKEN &lt;br /&gt;BOTHER !!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;So yeah I'm more fricken&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSED no cuz the one&lt;br /&gt;thing I could still&lt;br /&gt;have in life 'WAS' a drink,&lt;br /&gt;So now that's out of my&lt;br /&gt;FRICKEN SYSTEM!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1143886933665656742?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1143886933665656742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1143886933665656742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1143886933665656742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1143886933665656742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pissedoff.html' title='Pissed.................off!'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3490615514091361939</id><published>2011-08-10T16:02:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:21:51.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunlight. hugs. pills. the D word again. cried'/><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the waiting room,&lt;br /&gt;bells ring, children play&lt;br /&gt;with toys collected in the&lt;br /&gt;corner.. clanking about&lt;br /&gt;not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I sat for what felt like&lt;br /&gt;an eternity there..face&lt;br /&gt;sore, eyes dried from&lt;br /&gt;every angle I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;Eyelashes stick, energy&lt;br /&gt;levels low.. my name is&lt;br /&gt;called I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Tap on the door, I enter&lt;br /&gt;in.. I'm here to say&lt;br /&gt;what I'm not feeling..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on this lonely&lt;br /&gt;chair.. shaking. Crumpled&lt;br /&gt;paper tissue in hand. Step &lt;br /&gt;one to say what is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;or what isn't right. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;blurred, tears imminent..&lt;br /&gt;blinking with waves of&lt;br /&gt;emotion.. why do we&lt;br /&gt;apologise? 'Sorry,'&lt;br /&gt;I blurt out, hand shake&lt;br /&gt;time for time out.&lt;br /&gt;Form to fill in..&lt;br /&gt;can't see my eyes&lt;br /&gt;out of focus 'Sorry,'&lt;br /&gt;I whisper, not wantin&lt;br /&gt;to shout. She reads&lt;br /&gt;the questions for me,&lt;br /&gt;I nod my head, she&lt;br /&gt;ticks the boxes..&lt;br /&gt;'Ar yes..' you have&lt;br /&gt;depression.. is it&lt;br /&gt;all in my head?&lt;br /&gt;I'm now the proud&lt;br /&gt;owner of these&lt;br /&gt;tablets...just one&lt;br /&gt;a day.. bummer is..&lt;br /&gt;alcohol.. I have to&lt;br /&gt;leave it out!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, not a &lt;br /&gt;good one at that.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've&lt;br /&gt;touched has either&lt;br /&gt;broken or not worked.&lt;br /&gt;I walk around tryin&lt;br /&gt;not to get eye contact&lt;br /&gt;which isn't easy where&lt;br /&gt;I work, too many prying &lt;br /&gt;eyes... wantin to know&lt;br /&gt;why I look like I've&lt;br /&gt;cried. Eyes to the&lt;br /&gt;floor, door opens, I&lt;br /&gt;blink some more. I'm&lt;br /&gt;fed up of people askin&lt;br /&gt;me am I alright? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know they're concerned&lt;br /&gt;but I just want to be l&lt;br /&gt;left alone. Hugs from&lt;br /&gt;the guys.. keep ya chin&lt;br /&gt;up it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to&lt;br /&gt;get home.. I hope I&lt;br /&gt;feel better soon,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3490615514091361939?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3490615514091361939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3490615514091361939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3490615514091361939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3490615514091361939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2582624074606888315</id><published>2011-08-06T22:54:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:05:45.060Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting.gain.blood.aim'/><title type='text'>Waiting to Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3bZRBmOUys/Tj3GZrK8dGI/AAAAAAAAAng/Nfgc-t_2u7E/s1600/1-depressed-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3bZRBmOUys/Tj3GZrK8dGI/AAAAAAAAAng/Nfgc-t_2u7E/s320/1-depressed-man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637880452925387874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel the light..&lt;br /&gt;to ease the pain..&lt;br /&gt;sterilize the blade,&lt;br /&gt;steady hand....then&lt;br /&gt;try again. No pain&lt;br /&gt;no gain..right? I've&lt;br /&gt;been here before..&lt;br /&gt;every one thinks&lt;br /&gt;you're ignoring&lt;br /&gt;them, I'm not..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to&lt;br /&gt;be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;New blades..a&lt;br /&gt;whole new game.&lt;br /&gt;Aim to please,&lt;br /&gt;it's a fucking&lt;br /&gt;laugh..criticism&lt;br /&gt;is like being&lt;br /&gt;skinned alive.&lt;br /&gt;I like red...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go lie&lt;br /&gt;down now. You&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered&lt;br /&gt;what it feels &lt;br /&gt;like to be...&lt;br /&gt;dead? Is there&lt;br /&gt;an after life?&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe&lt;br /&gt;in God? He died&lt;br /&gt;for us right? &lt;br /&gt;Did it hurt&lt;br /&gt;when they&lt;br /&gt;nailed him to&lt;br /&gt;the cross?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;endured the&lt;br /&gt;pain.. did&lt;br /&gt;he spit his&lt;br /&gt;dummy out?&lt;br /&gt;My dear mother&lt;br /&gt;has always told&lt;br /&gt;me I should&lt;br /&gt;have been a man.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a dick?&lt;br /&gt;Parents can&lt;br /&gt;be so fuckin&lt;br /&gt;cruel, so why&lt;br /&gt;is it I still&lt;br /&gt;try to please&lt;br /&gt;them.. I don't&lt;br /&gt;love me..never&lt;br /&gt;have.. so no&lt;br /&gt;I'm not avoiding&lt;br /&gt;anyone, I'm just&lt;br /&gt;trying to be me,&lt;br /&gt;if that includes&lt;br /&gt;spitting, pain..&lt;br /&gt;blood and blades&lt;br /&gt;then that is who&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just venting&lt;br /&gt;my anger.. I don't&lt;br /&gt;wish to offend..&lt;br /&gt;God forbid...&lt;br /&gt;There I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry helps me,&lt;br /&gt;pain n blood are&lt;br /&gt;just a few of the&lt;br /&gt;ingredients.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;by no means a&lt;br /&gt;drama queen..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a drag &lt;br /&gt;queen, maybe I&lt;br /&gt;should give it &lt;br /&gt;a go.. sex change?&lt;br /&gt;Ya never know.. it&lt;br /&gt;might just be the&lt;br /&gt;one thing in my&lt;br /&gt;pitiful life that&lt;br /&gt;will turn me&lt;br /&gt;into happy?&lt;br /&gt;If there is&lt;br /&gt;such a thing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2582624074606888315?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2582624074606888315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2582624074606888315' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2582624074606888315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2582624074606888315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/red.html' title='Waiting to Jump'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3bZRBmOUys/Tj3GZrK8dGI/AAAAAAAAAng/Nfgc-t_2u7E/s72-c/1-depressed-man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5116298855914242502</id><published>2011-08-04T14:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:56:30.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help. ache. tears.fears. issues.'/><title type='text'>Blurry eyed</title><content type='html'>Lost in this dark ses pit of life.&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone... crying eyes..dried.&lt;br /&gt;Blurry vision.. palpitations..fear&lt;br /&gt;of the not knowing...panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;The first step is to admit, first to&lt;br /&gt;yourself you require help.. that is the &lt;br /&gt;first step, I took that step last week,&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with my sister Cindy in&lt;br /&gt;Canada... she's been through what I'm&lt;br /&gt;not feeling right now.. I have lost&lt;br /&gt;myself in this world.. my feelings&lt;br /&gt;are in turmoil.. I cry.. I shout,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for everyone but have&lt;br /&gt;forgotten about how to look after&lt;br /&gt;number one.. I'm going for help..&lt;br /&gt;I need to set my head straight..&lt;br /&gt;I have so many issues.. I don't&lt;br /&gt;know where to start..I might&lt;br /&gt;tread on a few feet along the&lt;br /&gt;way... but hey, the only word&lt;br /&gt;that rhymes with hey &amp; way! I &lt;br /&gt;don't smile much these days..&lt;br /&gt;Cindy is there for me, she got&lt;br /&gt;me to open up.. that's a start&lt;br /&gt;right? I have a heart..but it&lt;br /&gt;aches so god damn much of late.&lt;br /&gt;Sticky eye lids, dried with spent&lt;br /&gt;tears.. I have to go there.. to &lt;br /&gt;chat.. to face my fears..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5116298855914242502?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5116298855914242502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5116298855914242502' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5116298855914242502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5116298855914242502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/blurry-eyed.html' title='Blurry eyed'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8811581840152953371</id><published>2011-07-17T11:22:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:34:34.050Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards.rock.love'/><title type='text'>Blogs that rock !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZrRKn0D30/TiLHJJLEAYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zuz74Z4IM7Y/s1600/AmazingBlogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZrRKn0D30/TiLHJJLEAYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zuz74Z4IM7Y/s400/AmazingBlogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630281444061610370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK peeps, it's come to my attention that there are some amazin bloggers out there.&lt;br /&gt;So before I go to Canada on Tuesday.. I have decided to dig deep into my pocket of lurve and pull out some names that 'keep it coming' so to speak. I have a big heart. Plenty of room for these and many other peeps who in their infinite wisdom create such mind blowing stories which on my darkest of days.. brighten my world and in my book that's one hell of a lift for me... I love you all for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have it...as we say in England: Drum roll please...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitebyrd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spikyzorajones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubermouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaseatme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something savage comes this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krippled Warrior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bama Trav..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red.neck chic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people rock my world, come collect your award. I LOVE you all, equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwuah !! XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8811581840152953371?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8811581840152953371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8811581840152953371' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8811581840152953371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8811581840152953371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogs-that-rock.html' title='Blogs that rock !'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZrRKn0D30/TiLHJJLEAYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zuz74Z4IM7Y/s72-c/AmazingBlogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6444580071472755789</id><published>2011-07-16T07:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:15:06.813Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name.bike.toy'/><title type='text'>And the name is........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWn2-VQ-68U/TiE6E-k5p8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XlpmIaS4qYw/s1600/myknewbike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWn2-VQ-68U/TiE6E-k5p8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XlpmIaS4qYw/s400/myknewbike.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629844866381490114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            'Nitebyrd' ...... my new toy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6444580071472755789?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6444580071472755789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6444580071472755789' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6444580071472755789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6444580071472755789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-name-is.html' title='And the name is........'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWn2-VQ-68U/TiE6E-k5p8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XlpmIaS4qYw/s72-c/myknewbike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4550885333455363893</id><published>2011-07-15T19:29:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:14:41.073Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada.Dad. poetry.Amazing. Friend.Bike'/><title type='text'>Badassmotherfucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bBwqcRtxR0/TiCfTIfdeGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/--o2S-ygsU8/s1600/myknewbike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bBwqcRtxR0/TiCfTIfdeGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/--o2S-ygsU8/s400/myknewbike.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629674685258889314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my lovely wonderful audience out there in blog sphere..   &lt;br /&gt;I have been awake since 5 a.m.. done me a lazy 8 hour shift.&lt;br /&gt;Gave a chunk of money to the collection for my friend who&lt;br /&gt;died on Monday... the funeral is next Friday... I will be&lt;br /&gt;thinking of her as I will be in Canada fighting off the&lt;br /&gt;mosquito's and having fun with my extended family...I&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. I have got three weeks off now.. out with&lt;br /&gt;friends tomorrow night.. collect my new motorbike also&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow... I have decided on new name for her...am&lt;br /&gt;guessing you want to know what I have decided upon?&lt;br /&gt;I shall be shutting up shop here for the next couple&lt;br /&gt;of weeks... time out is what I need to get back into&lt;br /&gt;step with reality.. I need to re-charge my batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down and take a breath. I may have some more&lt;br /&gt;amazing poetry for you when I come back..then again&lt;br /&gt;I may not have anything exciting to write. I have it&lt;br /&gt;all planned from now until I fly on Wednesday.. My dad&lt;br /&gt;is gettin better by the day, he will get stronger, his&lt;br /&gt;appetite is improving, his wound is weeping but this&lt;br /&gt;was to be expected. The important matter is he is out&lt;br /&gt;of danger and no longer in pain... the rest will follow&lt;br /&gt;with the capable hands of my Mum who is an excellent&lt;br /&gt;cook.. but I worry about them both because they are&lt;br /&gt;both diabetic... and they worry about me because I&lt;br /&gt;ride a badassmotherfucker of a (soontobenew) motorbike!&lt;br /&gt;I never swear in front of my parents... just hope they&lt;br /&gt;never find out... but hey we all gotta have some secrets&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4550885333455363893?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4550885333455363893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4550885333455363893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4550885333455363893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4550885333455363893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/badassmotherfucker.html' title='Badassmotherfucker'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bBwqcRtxR0/TiCfTIfdeGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/--o2S-ygsU8/s72-c/myknewbike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3294272556155557673</id><published>2011-07-13T20:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:32:26.254Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my new bike'/><title type='text'>And here she is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWGozzuas1w/Th4Ab5zxrCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GAxJ1tDB8pU/s1600/yamaha%2Bfz%2B800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWGozzuas1w/Th4Ab5zxrCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GAxJ1tDB8pU/s400/yamaha%2Bfz%2B800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628937063634152482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brand new bike.... all I got to do now is think of a name for her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any bright ideas? Aint she Awesome?! This one is blue but mine is black, slick, sexy, sophisticated... fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3294272556155557673?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3294272556155557673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3294272556155557673' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3294272556155557673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3294272556155557673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-here-she-is.html' title='And here she is'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWGozzuas1w/Th4Ab5zxrCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GAxJ1tDB8pU/s72-c/yamaha%2Bfz%2B800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1406585911833698093</id><published>2011-07-11T17:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:57:18.390Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='died. friend. shock'/><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>I heard some very sad news today, everyone at work heard the same sad news.&lt;br /&gt;One of our staff members fell ill at the weekend... I was meant to attend the party held for us , by the company we work for... I've had Gastro-enteritis all week, dropped half a stone in weight, haven't eaten properly in days... anyway so I didn't go to the party, and by all accounts it was a good one. Our friend attended the party but some one said she'd felt poorly so didn't stay long, her friend took her home. Unbeknown to anyone she did at some point go to the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received an E mail today to say that with great sadness she had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;We all feel saddened by this shocking news. She was 60 years old..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1406585911833698093?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1406585911833698093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1406585911833698093' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1406585911833698093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1406585911833698093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7375851255159475221</id><published>2011-07-10T13:22:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:44:47.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada. butch. strap on. bike'/><title type='text'>Ball gag anyone?</title><content type='html'>Well with our European tour out of the way but with fond memories and still many undeveloped photos yet to be printed, we now look forward to the holiday we booked last year for this year. Canada here we come and it's not that far away. I have one more week to work then I break up for three weeks. We have thought about the trips we have taken, come to the conclusion that we take way to many clothes.. and have decided NOT to take more than we actually need. SO... we shall be taking one small holdall bag on the the plane... that's it. What we can't get in it stays at home. So the list may include.... mosquito repellent, for sure! Toothbrush... clean knix,one bra, camera. Camcorder. One pair of comfy shoes (purple!) So far so good. Now for the interesting stuff... baby oil in air tight container (lube!) Porn for those quiet nights of itchy insect bitten evenings... maybe I won't read it, but it's a must, even for the bag inspection at te airport.. OH and those body searches... makes me feel damp just thinking about those butch women tracing the out line of my panties...(that's for another story!!)&lt;br /&gt;Now back to reality (boring!) Sun screen for my fairer skin... don't wanna burn!! I have this tiny red spot come blister on the left side of my spine... it may be nothing, will have to keep my eye on it.. 'Neah' it's possibly just a red blister type spot....&lt;br /&gt;Time to make a list of item I seriously don't want waving around by security... scene from 'The L word' strap ons and vibrators..role playing I think, the woman wanting to be the man... the other woman wanting a big had cock up her pussy..... can't say I blame her...I'd love to wear a strap on for another woman..... ball gag anyone?!!&lt;br /&gt;So .... where was I? Oh yeah...Canada... here we come... for two weeks this time... questions to be asked of could we afford to come live there? I have in the past dreamt of this idea, but now I think it is just a Meir fantasy .... the roads are too flat, I love hills for my soon to be new bike... more about that next time... New bike? I hear you ask ...... yeah I found another bike I've kinda fell in love with....finger's crossed I get. So I gotta dash now, off to meet a girlfriend... back seat of the movies... going to meet a friend to go see a film.... should be funny, by all accounts it is. Be good people, I have no intention of doing so hahahahahahahahahah.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7375851255159475221?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7375851255159475221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7375851255159475221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7375851255159475221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7375851255159475221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/ball-gag-anyone.html' title='Ball gag anyone?'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8653173718072535342</id><published>2011-07-07T17:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:05:39.463Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My dad made it.. he is doing well.'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>The instant ring, that&lt;br /&gt;punctual sting as the&lt;br /&gt;phone rang, I raced&lt;br /&gt;through the hall,&lt;br /&gt;slipped sideways&lt;br /&gt;hittin my elbow &lt;br /&gt;on a half closed&lt;br /&gt;wooden door.&lt;br /&gt;'Hello?' I replied,&lt;br /&gt;to the rapturous&lt;br /&gt;sigh of that&lt;br /&gt;frail man on&lt;br /&gt;the other end&lt;br /&gt;of the line.&lt;br /&gt;'Hi love..'&lt;br /&gt;came the reply&lt;br /&gt;followed by my &lt;br /&gt;exhausted sigh,&lt;br /&gt;tears rolling&lt;br /&gt;down my face.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's&lt;br /&gt;been in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;Hawk eyes on&lt;br /&gt;the house phone,&lt;br /&gt;willing it to&lt;br /&gt;ring, and &lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;it did.. with&lt;br /&gt;my Dad at the&lt;br /&gt;end, his voice&lt;br /&gt;shaky, his palette&lt;br /&gt;dry... once again&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8653173718072535342?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8653173718072535342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8653173718072535342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8653173718072535342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8653173718072535342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5101052202904715549</id><published>2011-07-06T16:13:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:31:47.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital. poorly. Dad. Love you&apos;s'/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>At first they thought it was 1.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a second peep they now&lt;br /&gt;tell us it's 2, due to be cut&lt;br /&gt;and sorted tomorrow some time.&lt;br /&gt;He phones my Mum every day..&lt;br /&gt;to say that he loves her..&lt;br /&gt;hates being alone there..&lt;br /&gt;hate the food they feed&lt;br /&gt;him.. the antiseptic&lt;br /&gt;smell there. He calls&lt;br /&gt;my brother to say he&lt;br /&gt;loves him. He chats&lt;br /&gt;with me every day to&lt;br /&gt;say he loves me..and&lt;br /&gt;we all reply 'we love&lt;br /&gt;you too Dad.' My mind&lt;br /&gt;is lost with images&lt;br /&gt;of a man so frail,&lt;br /&gt;so thin..old. My&lt;br /&gt;image of this once&lt;br /&gt;strong capable man,&lt;br /&gt;my Dad who as a child&lt;br /&gt;held s much respect&lt;br /&gt;and still do, who&lt;br /&gt;was brought up not&lt;br /&gt;to answer back, be&lt;br /&gt;cheeky.. watch your&lt;br /&gt;manners, your P's&lt;br /&gt;n Q's. A man who&lt;br /&gt;is so tall, so&lt;br /&gt;proud yet so&lt;br /&gt;private in his&lt;br /&gt;love for my Mother,&lt;br /&gt;not to hold hands &lt;br /&gt;in public view.&lt;br /&gt;I see this man,&lt;br /&gt;I hear his warm&lt;br /&gt;voice so full&lt;br /&gt;of fear, my love&lt;br /&gt;for him could&lt;br /&gt;conquer all.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is&lt;br /&gt;so frail on&lt;br /&gt;the phone, slow&lt;br /&gt;and not sure&lt;br /&gt;of his next&lt;br /&gt;move. He shuffles&lt;br /&gt;about as though&lt;br /&gt;his laces be&lt;br /&gt;tied. The lines&lt;br /&gt;around his eyes..&lt;br /&gt;like so much in&lt;br /&gt;many ways like&lt;br /&gt;his sister..&lt;br /&gt;she is the&lt;br /&gt;oldest..yet&lt;br /&gt;they have so&lt;br /&gt;many similar&lt;br /&gt;mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;My hand as a &lt;br /&gt;child fitted&lt;br /&gt;so well into&lt;br /&gt;his large capable&lt;br /&gt;hands..strong..&lt;br /&gt;loving..well&lt;br /&gt;worked hands.&lt;br /&gt;He wears his&lt;br /&gt;slippers all&lt;br /&gt;the time now,&lt;br /&gt;his feet ache.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;take him some&lt;br /&gt;nice green juicy&lt;br /&gt;grapes.. he&lt;br /&gt;said not, he&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be able &lt;br /&gt;to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's&lt;br /&gt;breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5101052202904715549?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5101052202904715549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5101052202904715549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5101052202904715549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5101052202904715549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6472864486620530278</id><published>2011-07-05T06:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:27:55.990Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterbating. cum. nipple. blind fold'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Goose bumps ripple&lt;br /&gt;my flesh shivers&lt;br /&gt;as the blood&lt;br /&gt;engorges the&lt;br /&gt;hood of my&lt;br /&gt;clit. Legs&lt;br /&gt;a kimber,&lt;br /&gt;sweaty brow&lt;br /&gt;a tremble,&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria&lt;br /&gt;strangles&lt;br /&gt;my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling..&lt;br /&gt;reaching..&lt;br /&gt;embracing&lt;br /&gt;every inch&lt;br /&gt;whilst cry-&lt;br /&gt;ing out, this&lt;br /&gt;orgasm has&lt;br /&gt;reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;my soul..&lt;br /&gt;droplets&lt;br /&gt;run, no..&lt;br /&gt;cascade.&lt;br /&gt;Blindfold&lt;br /&gt;removed,&lt;br /&gt;light stabs&lt;br /&gt;my vision,&lt;br /&gt;blinking..&lt;br /&gt;my legs&lt;br /&gt;fold like&lt;br /&gt;a broken&lt;br /&gt;umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Skies like&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6472864486620530278?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6472864486620530278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6472864486620530278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6472864486620530278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6472864486620530278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7449050904209566854</id><published>2011-07-04T08:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:28:46.350Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poorly - sick - weight loss - bug - poisoning.'/><title type='text'>Projectile</title><content type='html'>Projectile,&lt;br /&gt;something &lt;br /&gt;that comes&lt;br /&gt;with such&lt;br /&gt;a force it&lt;br /&gt;damn near&lt;br /&gt;knocks you&lt;br /&gt;off your&lt;br /&gt;feet, but&lt;br /&gt;as I was&lt;br /&gt;kneeling&lt;br /&gt;to begin&lt;br /&gt;with it&lt;br /&gt;was so&lt;br /&gt;easy. open&lt;br /&gt;my mouth&lt;br /&gt;try not&lt;br /&gt;to think.&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I've had&lt;br /&gt;food poison-&lt;br /&gt;ing..&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;the last&lt;br /&gt;time I was&lt;br /&gt;so violently&lt;br /&gt;sick... &lt;br /&gt;The muscles&lt;br /&gt;in my abdomen&lt;br /&gt;ache, the &lt;br /&gt;flesh from &lt;br /&gt;my chest&lt;br /&gt;up into&lt;br /&gt;my throat&lt;br /&gt;hurt. I&lt;br /&gt;burnt that&lt;br /&gt;dangly&lt;br /&gt;thing at&lt;br /&gt;the back&lt;br /&gt;of my throat&lt;br /&gt;with the acid&lt;br /&gt;that choked&lt;br /&gt;the puke &lt;br /&gt;that sailed&lt;br /&gt;through my&lt;br /&gt;crying corpse&lt;br /&gt;last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;In and out&lt;br /&gt;of bed, pints&lt;br /&gt;of water&lt;br /&gt;drank. Covers&lt;br /&gt;on.. covers&lt;br /&gt;off.. sleep&lt;br /&gt;I got none!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I&lt;br /&gt;felt so cold,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even&lt;br /&gt;look at food.&lt;br /&gt;Then came&lt;br /&gt;the finale,&lt;br /&gt;sitting on&lt;br /&gt;the toilet&lt;br /&gt;was like&lt;br /&gt;turning on&lt;br /&gt;the taps!!&lt;br /&gt;I eventually&lt;br /&gt;had to wash&lt;br /&gt;the sheets,&lt;br /&gt;what I thought&lt;br /&gt;was a'fart'&lt;br /&gt;happened so&lt;br /&gt;god damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;So I called&lt;br /&gt;in a sickie&lt;br /&gt;today, my first&lt;br /&gt;in over 18&lt;br /&gt;months. I &lt;br /&gt;haven't eaten&lt;br /&gt;in two whole&lt;br /&gt;days.. I have&lt;br /&gt;no appetite a&lt;br /&gt;yet. AND I've&lt;br /&gt;weighed myself,&lt;br /&gt;'WOW' I've&lt;br /&gt;puked up at&lt;br /&gt;least half&lt;br /&gt;a stone! &lt;br /&gt;Detox..&lt;br /&gt;throwin&lt;br /&gt;up, boffin,&lt;br /&gt;pukin, what&lt;br /&gt;ever you&lt;br /&gt;wish to call&lt;br /&gt;it, it's&lt;br /&gt;all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I have no NRG,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stayin&lt;br /&gt;put toady. I&lt;br /&gt;hope I regain&lt;br /&gt;my love of&lt;br /&gt;food back&lt;br /&gt;soon or I &lt;br /&gt;may just&lt;br /&gt;waist&lt;br /&gt;away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7449050904209566854?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7449050904209566854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7449050904209566854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7449050904209566854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7449050904209566854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/projectile.html' title='Projectile'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2463153453714718610</id><published>2011-07-03T16:40:00.018Z</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:08:36.001Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poorly. hospitals. operation'/><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>My dad's 76,&lt;br /&gt;take a look&lt;br /&gt;what do you&lt;br /&gt;think? He's&lt;br /&gt;aged in two&lt;br /&gt;years. He's&lt;br /&gt;become an &lt;br /&gt;old man..&lt;br /&gt;mum's words&lt;br /&gt;not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been having&lt;br /&gt;stomach pains,&lt;br /&gt;the kind that&lt;br /&gt;knock you off&lt;br /&gt;your feet. He&lt;br /&gt;has lost his&lt;br /&gt;appetite too,&lt;br /&gt;and to add to&lt;br /&gt;it all he is..&lt;br /&gt;as my mum is&lt;br /&gt;Diabetic, but&lt;br /&gt;to name but a &lt;br /&gt;few other problems.&lt;br /&gt;He had a scan, they&lt;br /&gt;whipped him&lt;br /&gt;into hospital&lt;br /&gt;last Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;afternoon. He's&lt;br /&gt;still there.&lt;br /&gt;We now know&lt;br /&gt;what the problem&lt;br /&gt;is, what was&lt;br /&gt;knockin him &lt;br /&gt;off his feet.&lt;br /&gt;A deeper scan&lt;br /&gt;showed that he&lt;br /&gt;has an Aneurysm&lt;br /&gt;in the lower&lt;br /&gt;part of his&lt;br /&gt;stomach..and&lt;br /&gt;of course it's&lt;br /&gt;much bigger&lt;br /&gt;than first&lt;br /&gt;thought! My&lt;br /&gt;Mum's missin&lt;br /&gt;him like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;they hate bein&lt;br /&gt;apart.....&lt;br /&gt;We went to see&lt;br /&gt;him last week.&lt;br /&gt;At last we have&lt;br /&gt;figured out&lt;br /&gt;the problem,&lt;br /&gt;he'll have an&lt;br /&gt;operation some&lt;br /&gt;time next week.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know he's&lt;br /&gt;in good hands, &lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't go&lt;br /&gt;to plan..we're &lt;br /&gt;talkin about a &lt;br /&gt;frail 76 year&lt;br /&gt;old man.. If it&lt;br /&gt;should burst..&lt;br /&gt;If it bursts&lt;br /&gt;then I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;he will die.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers&lt;br /&gt;eyes and legged&lt;br /&gt;crossed.. for &lt;br /&gt;many years to&lt;br /&gt;come of spendin&lt;br /&gt;happy years of&lt;br /&gt;watchin him and&lt;br /&gt;my Mum grow even&lt;br /&gt;older together.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;the food in there,&lt;br /&gt;his sugar level's&lt;br /&gt;gone through the&lt;br /&gt;bloody roof!! He &lt;br /&gt;has a condition,&lt;br /&gt;caused by the&lt;br /&gt;stroke that stops&lt;br /&gt;him from tasting&lt;br /&gt;his grub. We&lt;br /&gt;take him fruit&lt;br /&gt;and cream, fresh&lt;br /&gt;bread made by his&lt;br /&gt;wife..in sickness&lt;br /&gt;and in health..&lt;br /&gt;to death do us..&lt;br /&gt;My Brother's drivin&lt;br /&gt;up on Tuesday to take&lt;br /&gt;care of our Mum n Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I phone and visit her&lt;br /&gt;regularly, every day&lt;br /&gt;that's my plan. She's&lt;br /&gt;only three miles up &lt;br /&gt;the road, she hates&lt;br /&gt;being on her own.&lt;br /&gt;Call me Mum if you&lt;br /&gt;need anything.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;here for you, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Get well daddy, I love&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2463153453714718610?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2463153453714718610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2463153453714718610' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2463153453714718610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2463153453714718610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/07/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2353463892310254307</id><published>2011-06-29T18:55:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:48:15.533Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe..accident. pride. heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>Ride to live - Live to ride</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks I've been in world far apart from this one.&lt;br /&gt;My other half and myself have been to Europe.. well from Plymouth to northern Spain down through amazing towns and tiny little undiscovered country side with awesome views. Stunning is the word I can only describe the scenery. The first week we spent tootlin round Spain, that was HOT!! I knew the sun would be warm, a nice change from this English topsy turvy climate. I knew riding a motorbike in heat would take it out of me... I think I lost half a stone in sweat the first few days but being away from normal life, being away and enjoying myself is what it was all about. So until I get to figure out how to down load these beautiful photos on to this aging laptop, you'll all have to try and imagine what the views were like. The roads in France and Spain in particular were made for bikers.. they went on forever.. and so did my speed. I converted my mileometer into kilometres which gave me some rough idea of how fast I should be going and how fast I knew I could get away with on the lonely roads with never ending tarmac that lead to golden heat riddled euphoria. I'd got a few worries about riding at such high speed... I have had an amazing time and really given myself time to adjust my abilities. However my husband wasn't so lucky. He came back home after a nasty experience on a bend in France on the way to Switzerland.. he took a bend wide, the front wheel took hold of the roughness of the surface.. his front wheel got away from him, he tried to control the bike but as all you bikers know that when the bike decides to go you can't do much to stop it. Fortunately there was a barrier there... I'd hate to think what might have happened had there not have been a barrier there!!! But the worst moment for me was I was following him around the corner, I witnessed him lose control of the bike, I saw how he battled for what appeared to be forever to get the bike back... then I watched as he fell off the bike. It all happened so fast.. but he's survived, yes it could have been alot worse, but he has superficial friction burns to his left elbow and left knee. Has the barrier not have been there... I don't think I would have a husband now and for sure the children would not have a father. The bike is to be written off. He's been made a good offer.. oh fuck the bike, he is way more important than the bike... 'OH' and I think his pride took a scuffle too. All in all we visited Spain-northern, France-Andorra, Belgium... Switzerland, back into France and home again on the Euro tunnel. I've yet to get my million n one photo's developed.. I have the good memories inside my head.. I still my man.. the kids still have their father. 3,000 miles we covered in 14 days. I'm glad I faced my fear of bends I came through and loved all of it. We will do another trip, but I've told my other half that he should take bends with more care next time...or I'll kill him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2353463892310254307?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2353463892310254307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2353463892310254307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2353463892310254307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2353463892310254307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/06/ride-to-live-live-to-ride.html' title='Ride to live - Live to ride'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7895871587909266703</id><published>2011-06-09T17:04:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:13:06.227Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferry. packed. sea legs. relaxed'/><title type='text'>Early start</title><content type='html'>Early start, alarm clock set.&lt;br /&gt;Packed bike gear? Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;What to take and what not,&lt;br /&gt;things that will fit in,&lt;br /&gt;the items that will not!&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen is a must..&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush, medication&lt;br /&gt;clean knickers and such.&lt;br /&gt;Passports ready, paper&lt;br /&gt;work too.. it's all a&lt;br /&gt;bit too much..time to&lt;br /&gt;start relaxing, get&lt;br /&gt;my strength up for&lt;br /&gt;the ride.. Saturday&lt;br /&gt;will soon be here,&lt;br /&gt;time to get excited,&lt;br /&gt;time to say goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;Camera, sunglasses,&lt;br /&gt;satnav. Nerves of&lt;br /&gt;steal... time to&lt;br /&gt;realise that with&lt;br /&gt;head screwed on tight.&lt;br /&gt;A good nights sleep,&lt;br /&gt;we'll be ready for&lt;br /&gt;the ferry..heart&lt;br /&gt;in my mouth, sea&lt;br /&gt;legs? I don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7895871587909266703?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7895871587909266703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7895871587909266703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7895871587909266703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7895871587909266703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-start.html' title='Early start'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2109578113637287226</id><published>2011-06-05T16:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:30:29.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked. money. India. Internet.Connected.not'/><title type='text'>Silence is golden</title><content type='html'>Silence was golden for a short while,&lt;br /&gt;then the joy of knowing what exactly&lt;br /&gt;my problem was, and how it could be&lt;br /&gt;resolved. Time out has been good for&lt;br /&gt;me... but if you have to do certain&lt;br /&gt;things on the Internet then you are&lt;br /&gt;in so many words 'fucked!' I however&lt;br /&gt;do not have to use the Internet for&lt;br /&gt;such dealings... like normal people&lt;br /&gt;I actually go to the bank, it's a &lt;br /&gt;largish building with money inside&lt;br /&gt;of it. My other half has spent the&lt;br /&gt;last two weeks trying to find the&lt;br /&gt;fault for our sudden disappearance&lt;br /&gt;of this Internet...pain in the arse&lt;br /&gt;problem... India sounds quite close&lt;br /&gt;on the other end of the phone, the&lt;br /&gt;Indian man knew what he was talking&lt;br /&gt;about when my other half explained&lt;br /&gt;the problem. 'Well, you see it says&lt;br /&gt;here (in India..that you are connected&lt;br /&gt;to the Internet) but here in sunny&lt;br /&gt;green England... it was bloody obvious&lt;br /&gt;we were NOT connected!! Several times&lt;br /&gt;he called India..who were adamant we&lt;br /&gt;were connected... we were NOT!! And &lt;br /&gt;so on, this carried on for days.&lt;br /&gt;To cut this boring story short..&lt;br /&gt;and several swear words later, not&lt;br /&gt;by me but the 'other half,' we&lt;br /&gt;spoke to a man in this country,&lt;br /&gt;(how much is it to call India?!!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much the fricken &lt;br /&gt;phone call will be.. I haven't&lt;br /&gt;missed the bloody Internet at all&lt;br /&gt;and after the first week, was&lt;br /&gt;really quite happy if I never used&lt;br /&gt;it again... I go to the bank..the&lt;br /&gt;building with the money inside.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am once again.. back&lt;br /&gt;with the 'Internet' but not for&lt;br /&gt;long. On Saturday we're off on&lt;br /&gt;our 'Jollies' (holiday ;P)..&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of no INTERNET!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. Hello.......&lt;br /&gt;and soon to be goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi&lt;br /&gt;;)xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2109578113637287226?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2109578113637287226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2109578113637287226' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2109578113637287226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2109578113637287226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/06/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is golden'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-608937718939444219</id><published>2011-05-20T13:33:00.015Z</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:52:17.866Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knakered. sleep. Europe. shopping. yawn....'/><title type='text'>'Some things.....'</title><content type='html'>I've come to that junction in life again where so much is happening in my life right now... I really don't have anything much of interest to talk about. I am in the process of getting ready for my Motorbike European holiday which will I have no doubt be totally amazing. We are also in the process of decorating our dining room.. or though it's been known as the 'middle' room for the past 28 years because it's situated in the middle of the lounge (at one end) and the kitchen (at the other end) so it's the middle room... just to add confusion to the story... the living room is actually called the 'end' room as it's at the end of the house. Right that sorted. I have a half decorated dining room, my aim was when I started it on Monday of this week, my intention was to get it finished for tomorrow night as I am having a dinner party... cooked by yours truly!! So I have zap energy left, early morning starts for work... 8 hour shifts of tedious cleaning rituals... cycling to and from work on my trusted knackered yellow mountain bike...squeaks n all!Then back again after work. tidy up, wash pots..think about what the hell to cook for dinner, throw it down my throat with a couple bottles Spanish beer (yummy) then tackle the wallpaper dept,. Our walls are not straight as the house was built many years ago (spirit levels hadn't been invented!) So we start at the top of the wall and either end up over lapping or not touch at all at the bottom!! Wonderful... and the language is colourful too!! So OK I've just written a colourful paragraph of some things... 'Aha' my title 'Some things' (smiling) see cheered up already. I have yet to go do my other fabulously amazing task I absolutely adore (NOT!!) Food shopping, I'd rather slash my wrists!! BUT we have to eat, wipe our arses and clean our teeth so I'm guessing it's kind of important I go to the super market.. buy some more shares and lose my rag with the trolley with wheels from hell...whilst listening to distant screams of uncontrollable rants of children who have broken free of there parental bonds....Hmmmm now where are my earplugs? Here's hoping our friends don't mind sitting in a half decorated room with no curtains!!! Joyful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi.. Oh and peeps, whatever you get up to this weekend... have a good one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-608937718939444219?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/608937718939444219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=608937718939444219' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/608937718939444219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/608937718939444219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-things.html' title='&apos;Some things.....&apos;'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6019757984124339910</id><published>2011-05-14T06:30:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:41:08.957Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tits up. gone. fucked. internet'/><title type='text'>Disappeared</title><content type='html'>Last week I was having problems with this wonder thing they call the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;One day I turned on my laptop to find out one of my cookies had been disabled.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I have no fuckin idea... so I tried to un-disable the biscuit~cookie! I&lt;br /&gt;now have a blog but then on another day, this machine told me I had to wait&lt;br /&gt;whilst 'Blogger' made a few tweeks here n there! So after considerable delay... &lt;br /&gt;I finally get to turn my faithful laptop on to find the first 3 comments left by nitebyrd, Bama Trav &amp; Ubermouth.. have been wiped off and I'm back to 0 comments.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to any of this... I'm not very computer literate so if&lt;br /&gt;all goes 'TITS' up I'm generally 'fucked!' So what I want to know is have any&lt;br /&gt;of you peeps out there experienced any difficulties with this marvellous thing&lt;br /&gt;we call the 'Internet?' That's all really.... life's a bitch then you realise&lt;br /&gt;it was 'MAN' who invented the fricken thing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6019757984124339910?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6019757984124339910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6019757984124339910' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6019757984124339910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6019757984124339910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/05/disappeared.html' title='Disappeared'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-1861887420861699650</id><published>2011-05-08T16:46:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:00:51.678Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil. Jesus. shit. proof.ride'/><title type='text'>Shit Proof</title><content type='html'>Out on my bike 'Spike,'&lt;br /&gt;today I learnt how to&lt;br /&gt;fly... like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;My fear used to be&lt;br /&gt;downward sliding&lt;br /&gt;hills with bends&lt;br /&gt;enough to make&lt;br /&gt;any unsuspecting&lt;br /&gt;novis.. throw up.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Europe in &lt;br /&gt;five weeks time,&lt;br /&gt;time to navigate&lt;br /&gt;some real white&lt;br /&gt;knuckle rides..&lt;br /&gt;time to get&lt;br /&gt;shit proof with&lt;br /&gt;my abilities..&lt;br /&gt;safety bein a &lt;br /&gt;small aspect&lt;br /&gt;of every day &lt;br /&gt;ridin. How to&lt;br /&gt;execute my&lt;br /&gt;next ride..&lt;br /&gt;play safe?&lt;br /&gt;Neah...not &lt;br /&gt;me.. I like&lt;br /&gt;to ride like&lt;br /&gt;the wind, say&lt;br /&gt;hello to Satin.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my mother&lt;br /&gt;fuckin ass....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha..as&lt;br /&gt;you can see I&lt;br /&gt;don't give a&lt;br /&gt;flyin fuck.. I&lt;br /&gt;need that added&lt;br /&gt;ingredient...&lt;br /&gt;you know what I &lt;br /&gt;mean? Adrenalin&lt;br /&gt;rush, push the &lt;br /&gt;limits, show&lt;br /&gt;me what ya made&lt;br /&gt;of. If we never&lt;br /&gt;fail how do we&lt;br /&gt;know if we can&lt;br /&gt;succeed? That &lt;br /&gt;is the burning&lt;br /&gt;question I keep&lt;br /&gt;asking.... push&lt;br /&gt;to the limits&lt;br /&gt;and when you're &lt;br /&gt;tired realise&lt;br /&gt;this.. you can go&lt;br /&gt;twice the distance&lt;br /&gt;again and again..&lt;br /&gt;Shit proof..&lt;br /&gt;ride to live, live&lt;br /&gt;to ride......&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sits behind&lt;br /&gt;me, I have the&lt;br /&gt;devil on my&lt;br /&gt;handle bars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-1861887420861699650?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1861887420861699650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=1861887420861699650' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1861887420861699650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/1861887420861699650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/05/shit-proof.html' title='Shit Proof'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-95385147978454202</id><published>2011-05-05T18:45:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:35:37.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost souls of yesterdays.fragile overload'/><title type='text'>Flesh wound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nDer6P9UFY/TcLwgGUHCKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YxStfeMbiM8/s1600/And%2Bthen%2Bsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nDer6P9UFY/TcLwgGUHCKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YxStfeMbiM8/s320/And%2Bthen%2Bsome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603305320643758242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply throw wide your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap these steal blades of&lt;br /&gt;mistrust. You have grossly&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood my intention.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed with each old breath,&lt;br /&gt;time hasn't healed my wounds,&lt;br /&gt;they've sprung a leak...&lt;br /&gt;Taken aside how this may&lt;br /&gt;look, this portrait you&lt;br /&gt;call love. Air brush away&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes..give me space.&lt;br /&gt;For all the lies you wrote,&lt;br /&gt;poison ink overload.&lt;br /&gt;And now I stand before&lt;br /&gt;judge and dury........&lt;br /&gt;I took the path, the road&lt;br /&gt;with a view.. and like&lt;br /&gt;a fool....fell in love&lt;br /&gt;with you. I won't&lt;br /&gt;be back, I've packed&lt;br /&gt;my heart away... my&lt;br /&gt;troubled mind still&lt;br /&gt;remains. Wrap gently&lt;br /&gt;this fragile soul..&lt;br /&gt;shut out the light,&lt;br /&gt;old memories died&lt;br /&gt;with all my yesterdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-95385147978454202?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/95385147978454202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=95385147978454202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/95385147978454202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/95385147978454202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/05/skin-deep.html' title='Flesh wound'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nDer6P9UFY/TcLwgGUHCKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YxStfeMbiM8/s72-c/And%2Bthen%2Bsome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2768743798687815315</id><published>2011-05-03T19:15:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:36:49.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugs. celebrations. rock. bloggers'/><title type='text'>Celebrations ...yay !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNCvcNWGABc/TcBUx8EPr8I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NM8KcSp3cxk/s1600/iloveurblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNCvcNWGABc/TcBUx8EPr8I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NM8KcSp3cxk/s320/iloveurblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602571153363152834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow bloggers.. I have come to the conclusion that it is time to give an award. This is for bloggers who rock my world... &lt;br /&gt;I would love to give each one of you who I consider to be of great personality and grace, fine writings and funnies aside. We/this world .. many continents have had shit weather, disasters.. human life lost.. and what with the economic climate stinging us every step of the way... I feel it is time to put all this behind us for now and give ourselves a big hug.. If I was there I'd be giving the hugging.. with several hot kisses along the way, not to mention lashings of alcohol. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my list of 'Blogs that rock my world' are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nitebyrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Savage comes this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spikyzorajones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ubermouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. pleaseatme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. red.neck chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bama Trav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these are my favourite people who over the years of my blogging.. have supported me, made me laugh, been there to help give me a shoulder to cry on when I've needed to. These I consider to be friends even though we have never actually met one another. So come collect your awards. You get to keep them forever, you don't even have to pass them on to some one else, the rules of engagement have changed.  ENJOY !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi n out.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2768743798687815315?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2768743798687815315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2768743798687815315' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2768743798687815315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2768743798687815315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebrations-yay.html' title='Celebrations ...yay !!'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNCvcNWGABc/TcBUx8EPr8I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NM8KcSp3cxk/s72-c/iloveurblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5426326623501134102</id><published>2011-04-30T15:33:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:55:04.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost. little girl. laughing. chill'/><title type='text'>Haunting</title><content type='html'>I felt the air cool,&lt;br /&gt;around half past ten.&lt;br /&gt;I heard little voices&lt;br /&gt;laughing in the other&lt;br /&gt;room. I called out..&lt;br /&gt;put the tv station&lt;br /&gt;on pause.. got up from&lt;br /&gt;my seat, opened the&lt;br /&gt;door...called out to&lt;br /&gt;see if any one was&lt;br /&gt;there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghostly aura hit&lt;br /&gt;me between the blades&lt;br /&gt;of my frozen shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;H-el-lo? I tried once&lt;br /&gt;more. I could sense&lt;br /&gt;my feet sticking to&lt;br /&gt;the lounge floor..&lt;br /&gt;I must have been&lt;br /&gt;mistaken.. takin&lt;br /&gt;the weight off my&lt;br /&gt;feet. The door shut.&lt;br /&gt;My heart missed&lt;br /&gt;a beat. Ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;passed when again&lt;br /&gt;I heard this voice,&lt;br /&gt;little girl laugh-&lt;br /&gt;ing..as she did&lt;br /&gt;before. I felt&lt;br /&gt;a cold chill&lt;br /&gt;severe the cord&lt;br /&gt;to my spine, noises&lt;br /&gt;of mystery things&lt;br /&gt;going bump..jump?&lt;br /&gt;I packed away my&lt;br /&gt;laptop, startin&lt;br /&gt;singin nervously&lt;br /&gt;out loud. Turned&lt;br /&gt;off the lights&lt;br /&gt;retired to bed,&lt;br /&gt;burying my neck&lt;br /&gt;far below the&lt;br /&gt;crumpled pillow,&lt;br /&gt;where upon I&lt;br /&gt;rested my troubled&lt;br /&gt;head. Lights out,&lt;br /&gt;all is quiet..did&lt;br /&gt;I? Was I imagining&lt;br /&gt;all this.. I know&lt;br /&gt;we have a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;not seen her for a &lt;br /&gt;while, things go&lt;br /&gt;from every day&lt;br /&gt;normaility..&lt;br /&gt;last night I&lt;br /&gt;didn't imagine&lt;br /&gt;it, I heard a &lt;br /&gt;small child&lt;br /&gt;laughing.. I&lt;br /&gt;did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5426326623501134102?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5426326623501134102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5426326623501134102' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5426326623501134102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5426326623501134102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/haunting.html' title='Haunting'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8469680889359541764</id><published>2011-04-26T19:54:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:11:49.255Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biscuit. touch. orgasm. release'/><title type='text'>Last Supper</title><content type='html'>Share my biscuit, share my head.&lt;br /&gt;Give your heart and I'll share my bed.&lt;br /&gt;To eat a meringue sends shivers down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;the first bite, crunchy n soft n full of mystical delight.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I lower my hand beneath the fabric of your existence.&lt;br /&gt;With curly hair...I fumble beneath my touch...to love..to feel&lt;br /&gt;the softness of your flesh, depth has no despair nor emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes..stare, looking back I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;The need to cry out loud grows inside of you..&lt;br /&gt;like a separate growing orgasm...&lt;br /&gt;straining your release.&lt;br /&gt;And when the release comes,&lt;br /&gt;reverberated inside of you..&lt;br /&gt;with the power of a nuclear explosion.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most erotic experience&lt;br /&gt;you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I broke the silence first.&lt;br /&gt;Our finger's entwined,&lt;br /&gt;like knots in string,&lt;br /&gt;abandonment......&lt;br /&gt;total release&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8469680889359541764?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8469680889359541764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8469680889359541764' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8469680889359541764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8469680889359541764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-supper.html' title='Last Supper'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2396001646351279302</id><published>2011-04-19T16:07:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:25:31.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corner. crash. motorbike. tarmac. ouch'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit.</title><content type='html'>On the way to work this beautiful morning I happened to witness a man? on a motor bike coming around the corner towards me and what I can only assume fairly fast. He got the bike to almost lie down.... 'bloody ell' I thought as the machine screeched along the tarmac.. which quickly turned into a louder screech of metal actually draggin across the road, he was lying down almost makin love to the road..at which point I thought he's not going to make the corner... and he didn't make the corner. His, what I assume must have been his exhaust pipe dragged over the surface of the road throwing him off it,... it then spun toward the curb...mounted the curb...ending up in the ditch. The guy followed via his leathers and rolled over several times with the speed of which he fell off the bike, coming to a halt just a few feet away from his now dented bike. I couldn't believe my eyes... this all happened less than 10 foot of me... I slowed down pedaling.&lt;br /&gt;I rushed over to him. He did get up quite calmly removed his lid, unzipped his jacket and I said to him. ' You OK?' he was OK but I'm thinking his bike wasn't OK! I asked him how he was thinking of retrieving his bike. He pulled out a mobile phone and starting ringing his mate.. who'd apparently got a trailer. Judging by the state of his leathers, which by the way might have been expensive, they usually are.. they were wrecked, but better the second skin being leather rather than his own skin...ouch! He had a very lucky escape... indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2396001646351279302?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2396001646351279302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2396001646351279302' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2396001646351279302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2396001646351279302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-shit.html' title='Oh Shit.'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5010417383047273453</id><published>2011-04-18T19:33:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:14:12.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clit. tits.   fully clothed'/><title type='text'>Melt down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-S7h7vzo3o/TayTfpjjMJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/QlTtm0GxEX0/s1600/Clevage..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-S7h7vzo3o/TayTfpjjMJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/QlTtm0GxEX0/s200/Clevage..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597010608854872210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Complete&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;Flash ya&lt;br /&gt;tits..&lt;br /&gt;me fully&lt;br /&gt;clothed.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty&lt;br /&gt;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;br /&gt;what you&lt;br /&gt;or I did&lt;br /&gt;or didn't&lt;br /&gt;fuckin&lt;br /&gt;say. To&lt;br /&gt;this day&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;aint sorry&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;apologise&lt;br /&gt;so don't&lt;br /&gt;hold ya&lt;br /&gt;breath.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've&lt;br /&gt;changed..&lt;br /&gt;not for&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;I am me,&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;or not..&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;give a &lt;br /&gt;flyin&lt;br /&gt;fuck no&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5010417383047273453?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5010417383047273453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5010417383047273453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5010417383047273453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5010417383047273453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/whatever.html' title='Melt down!'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-S7h7vzo3o/TayTfpjjMJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/QlTtm0GxEX0/s72-c/Clevage..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8076328531551503137</id><published>2011-04-16T09:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:59:32.733Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch.kiss. sing'/><title type='text'>Songs for Euphoria</title><content type='html'>I wanna run my fingers &lt;br /&gt;through your hair ....&lt;br /&gt;Feel your touch, to&lt;br /&gt;know that you are there.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your sweet tender&lt;br /&gt;lips, trace my tongue&lt;br /&gt;around your juicy pink&lt;br /&gt;nips.. come play a while&lt;br /&gt;come kiss me deep..&lt;br /&gt;Play my heart strings&lt;br /&gt;make me sing..Euphoria&lt;br /&gt;awaits your love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8076328531551503137?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8076328531551503137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8076328531551503137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8076328531551503137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8076328531551503137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/songs-for-euphoria.html' title='Songs for Euphoria'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5010622296264759413</id><published>2011-04-11T20:19:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:43:36.237Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home. move. four hundred. new horizon. go'/><title type='text'>Horizons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyTg0d0LqIg/TaNitC93ytI/AAAAAAAAAls/Wlb7jCv2cFs/s1600/Home%2Bsweet%2BHome.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyTg0d0LqIg/TaNitC93ytI/AAAAAAAAAls/Wlb7jCv2cFs/s200/Home%2Bsweet%2BHome.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594423688154303186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I live, for the past 27 years&lt;br /&gt;I have lived here, from newly weds, raisin&lt;br /&gt;my children.. from cots to bigger beds..&lt;br /&gt;flowers loaded with colour in flower beds.&lt;br /&gt;The view from all angles is beautiful and&lt;br /&gt;unspoilt.. I can walk to the river in less&lt;br /&gt;than ten minutes.. When the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;my rooms fill with a brightness that no&lt;br /&gt;other gift from mother nature can provide.&lt;br /&gt;This house is over 400 years old. It has&lt;br /&gt;dry rot, rising damp.. solid oak beams that&lt;br /&gt;hold up the ceilings from kitchen to living&lt;br /&gt;room. With nine rooms in total.. a garden&lt;br /&gt;long enough to play cricket... apple trees&lt;br /&gt;and honey bees, but alas no white turtle&lt;br /&gt;doves! This house comes as part of the &lt;br /&gt;job my other half has had for the last&lt;br /&gt;forty two years. So what is my problem?&lt;br /&gt;Due to his age... retirement age!! We&lt;br /&gt;may have only twelve to eighteen months &lt;br /&gt;left here.... this is my home.. for the&lt;br /&gt;past twenty eight years...... Time to &lt;br /&gt;start looking for some where else to&lt;br /&gt;live.. time to down size, sell pretty&lt;br /&gt;much all that we have.. our furniture's&lt;br /&gt;way too big, I have a piano for sale,&lt;br /&gt;you can have it for a hundred quid.&lt;br /&gt;A three tier electric organ, my dad&lt;br /&gt;gave to me. I don't have time to play&lt;br /&gt;it... I never did. The buyer has to &lt;br /&gt;collect, failing that it'll end up&lt;br /&gt;in a skip. Car boot sales to sort..&lt;br /&gt;the whole lot will have to go...&lt;br /&gt;At first I was sad, but as it's&lt;br /&gt;four walls and a roof, proof that&lt;br /&gt;it only becomes a home when you&lt;br /&gt;add the care and love and all things&lt;br /&gt;family, trinkets, photos,fluffy love,&lt;br /&gt;cushions Lot's of 'don't you knows.'&lt;br /&gt;Time to have a bonfire .. judging&lt;br /&gt;by how much stuff we've gathered&lt;br /&gt;over the years..it's going to be&lt;br /&gt;a bonfire to remember.. ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on, this will be a &lt;br /&gt;sad day... but with new horizons&lt;br /&gt;to find...we'll survive, we'll be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5010622296264759413?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5010622296264759413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5010622296264759413' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5010622296264759413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5010622296264759413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/horizons.html' title='Horizons'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyTg0d0LqIg/TaNitC93ytI/AAAAAAAAAls/Wlb7jCv2cFs/s72-c/Home%2Bsweet%2BHome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4275032099944662890</id><published>2011-04-09T06:20:00.022Z</published><updated>2011-04-09T07:08:18.255Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awkward. nerve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tits out. friend'/><title type='text'>Hit a nerve</title><content type='html'>This hasn't been easy, from day one&lt;br /&gt;all those years ago..but I've told&lt;br /&gt;you all the story of how we evolved.&lt;br /&gt;How you played me for a friend who when&lt;br /&gt;prompted...kissed you without offence.&lt;br /&gt;How we've walked on dodgy ground ever&lt;br /&gt;since. Now the ball is in my court..&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not kiss you good night.&lt;br /&gt;For many years, you were the only&lt;br /&gt;one, the only friend who would&lt;br /&gt;kiss me on the lips.. but only&lt;br /&gt;some times! Now I've come to&lt;br /&gt;feel, to notice we/ I feel&lt;br /&gt;awkward when we say good night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to react&lt;br /&gt;any more, you leave me&lt;br /&gt;standing at your door, I&lt;br /&gt;usually just wave, turn&lt;br /&gt;and walk. I sent you a photo&lt;br /&gt;of you full frontal some&lt;br /&gt;time, 3 weeks ago to be&lt;br /&gt;exact.. I didn't need it&lt;br /&gt;anymore, so I sent it&lt;br /&gt;you back.. no harm done&lt;br /&gt;I thought.. not expectin&lt;br /&gt;two of me fully clothed&lt;br /&gt;in return wit h a text&lt;br /&gt;of how it didn't warrant&lt;br /&gt;a reply, so I didn't..&lt;br /&gt;reply. I think I&lt;br /&gt;hit a nerve? What do you&lt;br /&gt;say? But I'm not going&lt;br /&gt;to apologise, it's not&lt;br /&gt;that I am sorry... it was&lt;br /&gt;just a photo of you with&lt;br /&gt;your tits on show... I&lt;br /&gt;just thought you'd under&lt;br /&gt;stand? Obviously not!!&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to&lt;br /&gt;read this.. may be not.&lt;br /&gt;I've sent you a joke&lt;br /&gt;on your phone...&lt;br /&gt;we go through stages&lt;br /&gt;where one of us usually&lt;br /&gt;annoys the other.. go&lt;br /&gt;for several weeks, months&lt;br /&gt;without so much as a peep,&lt;br /&gt;squeak...sound. Then we&lt;br /&gt;stagger back to normal,&lt;br /&gt;and carry on. I just&lt;br /&gt;wonder for my sanity if&lt;br /&gt;all those months ago..&lt;br /&gt;when I severed the silence&lt;br /&gt;told you I was no longer&lt;br /&gt;sexually interested, not&lt;br /&gt;that you ever were. If&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't said how I felt,&lt;br /&gt;if we had carried on..&lt;br /&gt;being led a stray, kissin&lt;br /&gt;me some times on the&lt;br /&gt;lips.. would we be OK? &lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost my&lt;br /&gt;way.. you seem to be ever&lt;br /&gt;so slightly awkward&lt;br /&gt;when we go out for a&lt;br /&gt;drink or for a film..&lt;br /&gt;we just say how much&lt;br /&gt;we enjoyed it.. I wave&lt;br /&gt;turn and drive home.&lt;br /&gt;So you see we have &lt;br /&gt;evolved..in so many&lt;br /&gt;different ways.. I&lt;br /&gt;don't know how you&lt;br /&gt;feel....as for the&lt;br /&gt;tits out photo I sent,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I am still your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4275032099944662890?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4275032099944662890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4275032099944662890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4275032099944662890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4275032099944662890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/severed.html' title='Hit a nerve'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-164677103008532791</id><published>2011-04-05T19:27:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:49:46.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clit. wet. fingers. sweaty'/><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1JqwXjZSwo/TZtyAtdmmbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OaO2Za5Pwjg/s1600/Revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1JqwXjZSwo/TZtyAtdmmbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OaO2Za5Pwjg/s320/Revenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188718839929266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Fists tightly&lt;br /&gt;clenched..Pussie&lt;br /&gt;wet, eyes rolling&lt;br /&gt;conversation gone.&lt;br /&gt;Brows sweaty, groin&lt;br /&gt;becoming weak..&lt;br /&gt;rub your fingers&lt;br /&gt;around my clit.&lt;br /&gt;Excite me..feel&lt;br /&gt;the flesh between&lt;br /&gt;finger and thumb..&lt;br /&gt;my head is gettin&lt;br /&gt;dizzy, my fire&lt;br /&gt;has begun...&lt;br /&gt;'OH MY GOD...'&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop, infuse&lt;br /&gt;my body with this&lt;br /&gt;fire of my desire.&lt;br /&gt;Feed me, rub faster,&lt;br /&gt;FASTER 'YES OH YES..&lt;br /&gt;YES.YESSS' 'OH YES'&lt;br /&gt;'YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..'&lt;br /&gt;You made me hot,&lt;br /&gt;you made me sweat,&lt;br /&gt;suck my fingers..&lt;br /&gt;they're all wet.&lt;br /&gt;You are my fire,&lt;br /&gt;I want all that&lt;br /&gt;I desire......&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on baby,&lt;br /&gt;lets do it some&lt;br /&gt;more.. as I throw&lt;br /&gt;your slithery&lt;br /&gt;sweaty body on&lt;br /&gt;to the floor.. &lt;br /&gt;bite me, lick&lt;br /&gt;me.. do your&lt;br /&gt;best..entice&lt;br /&gt;me, suck me,&lt;br /&gt;fuck me..shove&lt;br /&gt;your fingers in&lt;br /&gt;my hole. Pump&lt;br /&gt;with all that&lt;br /&gt;your have..bring&lt;br /&gt;it on baby, I &lt;br /&gt;want to die&lt;br /&gt;in your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-164677103008532791?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/164677103008532791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=164677103008532791' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/164677103008532791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/164677103008532791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1JqwXjZSwo/TZtyAtdmmbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OaO2Za5Pwjg/s72-c/Revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-651520775615281956</id><published>2011-04-04T16:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:45:58.911Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s day meal. worry. arsed. gone'/><title type='text'>New Design</title><content type='html'>OK so I've been playing around with my Indi site. I don't know how I've managed it but now I don't have all the 'Blogs that rock' where I wanted them... but bare with me and all should be resumed shortly. I keep changing the back ground, colour charts are pretty wicked on this old knakkered laptop of mine..&lt;br /&gt;       I've had a crap weekend.. lack of sleep and ample worry, Will fill you in about that some other time.. however I did have a lovely evening last night as I was taken out for a Mother's Day meal by my two lovely children who are 23 &amp; 25 years old. Ate way too much, drank too much.. but all in all very nice. Time is boring right now, I still have nothing of interest to write about, oh apart from my daughter moving out to live with her boyfriend... Oh and I've had a considerable tax refund...very nice, that will pay for my new dentures... I know ..I know .. this isn't exactly interesting or gripping or Erotic but I'm rapidly losing interest again... the Internet these days is so crap. I used to love writing poems, songs.. little stories... I really cannot be arsed. I may just one day just disappear and never return..... I have more important things to worry about just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-651520775615281956?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/651520775615281956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=651520775615281956' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/651520775615281956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/651520775615281956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-design.html' title='New Design'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8233502683945081274</id><published>2011-04-01T20:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:29:24.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ca. Emotions. Move'/><title type='text'>Loss ....</title><content type='html'>1~ Housing lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2~ Choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3~ Money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~ Live in Ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~ Work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6~ Live in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7~ Emotions running high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8~ Sell m'bikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9~ Go live the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10~ Re house cats n dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11~ Sell all that we own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12~ Move to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13~ Make the choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14~We both want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15~Fly away, a phone call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16~ Move to Ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17~ This is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18~ Lets do it, I fell in love &lt;br /&gt;    with the country... let's do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19~ Lets go... seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20~ I want this so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8233502683945081274?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8233502683945081274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8233502683945081274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8233502683945081274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8233502683945081274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/loss.html' title='Loss ....'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-4599960327558661960</id><published>2011-03-31T21:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:15:41.720Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nipple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Used to be</title><content type='html'>I used to have a little pink nipple,&lt;br /&gt;the picture to my blog, but things&lt;br /&gt;are just starting to change..so bare&lt;br /&gt;with me...have a heart. I'm in the &lt;br /&gt;middle of changin the way I get&lt;br /&gt;things done.. photos and the&lt;br /&gt;such are on my list of items&lt;br /&gt;to get done. I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;to return just yet.. I do&lt;br /&gt;what I do for me.. this&lt;br /&gt;world of mine has changed&lt;br /&gt;as I have recovered and&lt;br /&gt;yet discovered what actually&lt;br /&gt;makes me tick, so I won't&lt;br /&gt;be back for a while longer,&lt;br /&gt;I have things not yet&lt;br /&gt;started, articles of life&lt;br /&gt;that so often we take&lt;br /&gt;for granted..blah blah&lt;br /&gt;blah. That's all for&lt;br /&gt;now folks, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-4599960327558661960?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4599960327558661960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=4599960327558661960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4599960327558661960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/4599960327558661960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/used-to-be.html' title='Used to be'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8671125466091128046</id><published>2011-03-13T21:17:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:35:34.726Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good bye - time out - bored - rest -me.'/><title type='text'>Enough for now ........</title><content type='html'>Savvy has given me this idea, the one I'm about to tell you about. That as we go through life, doing different activities, working full time-trying to enjoy our free time and believe me my weekends fly by.. I've decided to bow out of blogging for a while, until I'm ready to come back.. I've exhausted my ideas for writing anything that remotely involves my brain and heart in the same context. I'm going through a process at the moment that I'm not even sure about myself. I'm tired alot more.. I work bloody hard.. exercise is taking shape as too are my joints which tend to ache more. X-rays n physio for this n that. Trying to piece together sentences that I'm happy with. I'm bored with the Internet right now. I've fed up of trying to make people laugh, I haven't laughed in a while actually.. is it the weather? The world is pretty crap right now...right? God help the folk in Japan, I some times think that it .. these disasters have nowt to do with the shape of the planet.. is it God keeping tabs on how many folk actually live on this vast place called earth?! Does HE God cull us every now and again or is there such a person called God? Do I really believe in him any more? All these tedious boring questions.. I can honestly say hand on heart I've had enough of typing silly words on this pathetic keyboard. So I'm not coming by for a while... however long that might be... I am as of now...&lt;br /&gt;not here. So until the day I return....if I do decide to come back...Adios.xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8671125466091128046?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8671125466091128046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8671125466091128046' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8671125466091128046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8671125466091128046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/enough-for-now.html' title='Enough for now ........'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6315169416043398132</id><published>2011-03-06T15:16:00.025Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:01:26.450Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise. fly. certificate.wow and double wow'/><title type='text'>I believe I can fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmlRr85m-0g/TXOnY_gmdYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rpncg5lQPVM/s1600/Wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmlRr85m-0g/TXOnY_gmdYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rpncg5lQPVM/s320/Wow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580988411049047426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Birthday Surprise my husband had planned for me three weeks ago. Originally to be had the week before my big day, due to crap weather conditions it had been cancelled three times. I found out yesterday what I was in for, but after the said phone call the rain came down slowly at first then pretty rapidly, this isn't great conditions for the helicopter ride and besides if the weather's bad, the visibility is poor. So today was the day I was to eventually experience my first ride in a helicopter, and I couldn't wait either. The weather was really good, visibility very good. I'm glad I waited this long, if it's worth doing good, it's worth doing very good. After the initial chat on ground about safety procedures and how to enter and leave the chopper... it was my turn to experience my ride, I'd been waiting for this for over three weeks so I was very excited and also very nervous..&lt;br /&gt;It looked so tiny compared to full size helicopters I'd seen.. My perception of height and speed changed today. With surround visual effects, and just the two of us between the ground and God... I have to admit I did feel safe. We did the fair ground roll, I think I let out a small scream....of delight at that point. After a short re run of the controls and which did what I was asked if I would like the controls to fly it myself.. at which point I said 'Yes please!' So for roughly eight minutes possibly ten minutes I flew this helicopter all by myself. I was nervous but so glad I did it. Motorbikes~cars~now helicopters...what next I wonder? Tanks? I have a certificate to prove I did fly and on camcorder me in the air... All I need to do now is win the lottery and take it up as a new hobby? Maybe in my dreams, but I'd always dreamt of riding in a helicopter, today that dream came true... I'd never of believed I'd actually fly one.. on my own!! 'WOW' 'WOW' and double 'WOW WOW.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-6315169416043398132?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6315169416043398132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=6315169416043398132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6315169416043398132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/6315169416043398132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I believe I can fly'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmlRr85m-0g/TXOnY_gmdYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rpncg5lQPVM/s72-c/Wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-408813665163665614</id><published>2011-03-05T22:13:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:46:46.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affection. son. daughter. blood. me. him'/><title type='text'>Daddy Dear</title><content type='html'>Dads n Daughters..&lt;br /&gt;thicker than blood.&lt;br /&gt;She does stuff for&lt;br /&gt;him, like no other&lt;br /&gt;person would... I&lt;br /&gt;do my fair share,&lt;br /&gt;plus of hell of&lt;br /&gt;a lot.. he bends&lt;br /&gt;over backwards,&lt;br /&gt;of course he does.&lt;br /&gt;She's 25 tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;she's takin him&lt;br /&gt;out for lunch on&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. for me?&lt;br /&gt;She never does&lt;br /&gt;any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel that&lt;br /&gt;she has this close&lt;br /&gt;ness with him? It's&lt;br /&gt;good that they get&lt;br /&gt;on...... He doesn't&lt;br /&gt;always get it right,&lt;br /&gt;like forgettin to&lt;br /&gt;put her uniform&lt;br /&gt;in the dryer..&lt;br /&gt;she swore a him for&lt;br /&gt;that. He forgot her&lt;br /&gt;prescription not&lt;br /&gt;once but twice.&lt;br /&gt;I however did&lt;br /&gt;not forget..a&lt;br /&gt;'cheers' is&lt;br /&gt;all I got in&lt;br /&gt;return, her&lt;br /&gt;words not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I have a son too,&lt;br /&gt;such differences&lt;br /&gt;they have. I'm&lt;br /&gt;not fighting&lt;br /&gt;for their&lt;br /&gt;affection..I&lt;br /&gt;just find&lt;br /&gt;it hard some&lt;br /&gt;times when&lt;br /&gt;she takes&lt;br /&gt;him out with&lt;br /&gt;out me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-408813665163665614?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/408813665163665614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=408813665163665614' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/408813665163665614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/408813665163665614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/daddy-dear.html' title='Daddy Dear'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-953791354038773034</id><published>2011-03-03T20:33:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:17:27.127Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x ray. ostio.. hospital.. knobbly fingers'/><title type='text'>Concert Pianist</title><content type='html'>Having had several months of pain in my thumb joint&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go see the Doc, figure out what might&lt;br /&gt;be causing this *feels like I've hit it with a meat&lt;br /&gt;cleaver* feeling! I made the appointment, went last&lt;br /&gt;night after work.. Dr. Mitchell is very nice, his&lt;br /&gt;bed side manner isn't cold like some doctors I've&lt;br /&gt;had the pleasure of.. there's this one doctor who I&lt;br /&gt;cannot stand, and under any circumstances will not&lt;br /&gt;see... even if I do feel like I am dying.. he's a&lt;br /&gt;no...no. Dr. Mitchell held my fingers, asked me&lt;br /&gt;several questions.. the usual stuff, how long&lt;br /&gt;have I suffered with this pain? Can I do every&lt;br /&gt;day stuff... I tried to peel potatoes last&lt;br /&gt;night with my left hand... quite surprised&lt;br /&gt;I still had all my fingers at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had hot aches when your hands get so&lt;br /&gt;cold, then the circulation kicks in.. it hurts&lt;br /&gt;right? This usually happens first thing in the &lt;br /&gt;morning. Throbbing painful fingers and joints.&lt;br /&gt;The doc tell me it's possible Ostio Arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;He drew me a small diagram but to get a better&lt;br /&gt;idea I have booked myself an appointment at&lt;br /&gt;the Hospital tomorrow at 4.05pm, for an X ray.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is much I can do, they can do&lt;br /&gt;for the swelling on the joint. Pain killers?&lt;br /&gt;He thought it might have been my Carpal&lt;br /&gt;tunnel.. in which case he had suggested&lt;br /&gt;steroid injections... I have to admit&lt;br /&gt;that when he applied pressure in that area&lt;br /&gt;it hurt... but not enough apparently..phew!&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the shape of my hands now, it's&lt;br /&gt;not going to get any better.. Knobbly&lt;br /&gt;fingers.. knobbly fingers are what I have.&lt;br /&gt;Used to, as a child play the piano.. I&lt;br /&gt;often wonder if I had stuck at it, become&lt;br /&gt;a concert pianist, would I now be in pain?&lt;br /&gt;Do concert pianists get knobbly fingers? Like&lt;br /&gt;ballerinas... do they -well yes they do have &lt;br /&gt;awful feet.. so for me to ask if they suffer&lt;br /&gt;then yes they do. Imagine if you did ballet,&lt;br /&gt;having to put shoes on every day that felt&lt;br /&gt;like you had stones in them..... It will&lt;br /&gt;be interesting to actually see my thumb&lt;br /&gt;bones on screen.. see where we go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-953791354038773034?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/953791354038773034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=953791354038773034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/953791354038773034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/953791354038773034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/concert-pianist.html' title='Concert Pianist'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-984132904260167193</id><published>2011-03-02T20:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:47:34.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars. heat. dance. sky'/><title type='text'>Tumble</title><content type='html'>Tumble with me upon these wooden planks,&lt;br /&gt;glide with me, feel the rhythm.. eat with&lt;br /&gt;me.. come take my hand, fall closely by&lt;br /&gt;hold tight your grip, waist sways in&lt;br /&gt;the bubbling moonlight. Starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;littered with a million diamonds&lt;br /&gt;light our steps with airs and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Come dance with me, come tumble&lt;br /&gt;beneath the heavens. Posture is&lt;br /&gt;every thing. Breathe with me,&lt;br /&gt;feel the heat of our bodies..&lt;br /&gt;devour the music...resume your&lt;br /&gt;stance, come dance with me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-984132904260167193?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/984132904260167193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=984132904260167193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/984132904260167193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/984132904260167193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/03/tumble.html' title='Tumble'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5023438291718823890</id><published>2011-02-28T21:33:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:55:33.690Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumb. pain. miserable. arthritis.swelling'/><title type='text'>''' Swollen !'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O26hHmFL2L8/TWwVDDKaPpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wJh5EGQt-qE/s1600/Ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O26hHmFL2L8/TWwVDDKaPpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wJh5EGQt-qE/s320/Ouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578857180537962130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with my thumb joint. As you can see from this photo I have got a swelling actually on the joint itself. Thus creating constant pain. My everyday activities cause me to pull faces when the pain strikes... funny? No! I'm sharing my unfortunate discomfort with you out there, just in case you have any miracle remedies that I haven't yet heard of..... don't hold back now, let me have it...&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's informed me that it is called wear n tear Arthritis.. this is on a good day... whilst on other not so good days it is twice the size in swelling. I can't take long term anti inflammatory as they give me chronic heart burn. I have tried gels, paracetamol.. physio..rest..ice, nothing appears to help on a long term basis. I wear a wrist support most of the time, this gives some support to the thumb joint, it makes my hand sweat.. which can be a hindrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5023438291718823890?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5023438291718823890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5023438291718823890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5023438291718823890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5023438291718823890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/swollen.html' title='&apos;&apos;&apos; Swollen !&apos;'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O26hHmFL2L8/TWwVDDKaPpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wJh5EGQt-qE/s72-c/Ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3070127114218751140</id><published>2011-02-23T20:16:00.015Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:41:21.040Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends. cards. prezzis. fifty.. cake. birthday.happy'/><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab7nVdSzHI/TWVrdXrffxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/EH3WZVYnSAI/s1600/Cards%2Bn%2Bprezis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab7nVdSzHI/TWVrdXrffxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/EH3WZVYnSAI/s320/Cards%2Bn%2Bprezis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576981865885040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lovely wickedly fabulous day, today I became the impressive amazingly beautiful '50' year old, mistaken on more than one occasion by many that I was in fact lying about my age... that in itself put a bloody great big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I've walked into departments at work, all day, well since 7a.m, had so many folk wish me Happy Birthday, guys huggin n kissin me on the cheek.. women singin Happy Birthday, everyone else joining in to a rapturous chorus... me standin there laughing and possibly joining in. I had Julie in OMU dept bake me a cake... she makes them for peeps whether they are havin a baby, gettin hitched or comin of age or for anything.. it's got bright yellow icing on it and red n white sugar hearts on it... it's adorable. Another woman Kim, who I chat to some times came up to me and said that they'd signed this card for me and hoped I wouldn't be too embarrassed... at which point I either had a hot flush or went red anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have had money, money vouchers, a cheque for £50 of my parents, Champagne, flowers, drink..edibles.. a mug..18 cards including two from my sisters in Canada..&lt;br /&gt;On the way home one of the nurses said there was a card from everyone in health care, I shouted out of my car window thank you and I'd collect it tomorrow... I like it when my Birthday overflows into the next day or two. I have a lot of friends at work, not just work mates but real friends... I am obviously well liked, well I do clean their departments and make a damn good job, not one for blowing my own trumpet but why not, I am good at my job. So how do I feel to be 50? No different to yesterday when I was 49... life begins at 50... watch this space.. Am sittin here on my laptop, I've just had a plate of 'fish n chips' mushy peas AND curry sauce... washed down with a large can of my favourite drink CIDER... apparently cider gets into your bones? Oh Goody ... so I'm gettin the real effect right. I have also achieved my goal of giving up smoking for good, I wanted to give before my 50th and I have accomplished this. I had my last fag 19th October last year, so you see I did it, I came ~I saw ~ I kicked mother fuckin ASS!!! ...Hahahahahaha So I'm now thanking all you lovelies out there in blog sphere land who wished me Happy Birthday today...Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu XXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi n out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3070127114218751140?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3070127114218751140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3070127114218751140' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3070127114218751140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3070127114218751140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab7nVdSzHI/TWVrdXrffxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/EH3WZVYnSAI/s72-c/Cards%2Bn%2Bprezis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3577847045050046208</id><published>2011-02-22T17:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:32:26.900Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party time. Birthday treats. cake. cards. me'/><title type='text'>Almost here</title><content type='html'>It's just a number...&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day for&lt;br /&gt;being a fortininer !!&lt;br /&gt;Not much different&lt;br /&gt;from any other day.&lt;br /&gt;Cards are coming in&lt;br /&gt;fast and quick..&lt;br /&gt;greetings from&lt;br /&gt;near and far..&lt;br /&gt;come midnight..&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 49..&lt;br /&gt;well hello&lt;br /&gt;.... '50!'..&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Presents piled&lt;br /&gt;up.. letters&lt;br /&gt;from abroad..&lt;br /&gt;A cake waitin&lt;br /&gt;to be cut..&lt;br /&gt;A whole list&lt;br /&gt;of exciting&lt;br /&gt;activities..&lt;br /&gt;And a meal&lt;br /&gt;out tonight&lt;br /&gt;with my new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Family meal&lt;br /&gt;on Friday &lt;br /&gt;too.. all for&lt;br /&gt;me? Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3577847045050046208?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3577847045050046208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3577847045050046208' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3577847045050046208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3577847045050046208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/almost-here.html' title='Almost here'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7138364101163668968</id><published>2011-02-19T17:12:00.023Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:00:04.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain. Orgasm. retreat. audience.kiss'/><title type='text'>Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>The night was wet. Rain showers all day. I was cold but excited about our meeting that night. Our secret meeting, the same as is always was on a Thursday night.. The Duke of Wellington. Your&lt;br /&gt;then girlfriend was totally oblivious to the fact that your hand spent most of the&lt;br /&gt;evenings down the front of my panties, nestling between the warn folds of my throbbing vagina. Nipples erect like chapel hat pegs, a cold breeze brushed past my face and down my neck, losing sight of you for one split second was like losing life. I couldn't take my eyes off, I dreamt every night of us makin love, some thing we'd never actually done yet. Parkin the car, locking it and running toward the pub door.. still drizzling with rain, catching the door before it shuts. I order you a drink, mine's a half. Collecting the glasses I wonder round to the back of the bar, just out of sight, not too obvious... our secret rendezvous. Takin a sip of the cold liquid, the door flings open and you stagger in.. the weather's taken a turn for the worst. You're dripping wet. Your expression tells it all, rushing past me, chucking your umbrella on my lap as you motion to me you're desperate for the toilet. I lay down my glass on the table and follow you down two steps into the ladies room. Standing in front of the large mirror you attempt to straighten your soggy hair. I fall behind you wrapping my long thin arms around your waist.. you giggle, pulling playfully away.. worried some one would come in and catch us. I pull you into one of the cubicles. The wooden toilet seat clanks as I hurl in down, desperate to get you to myself. You stand beside me as I sit down.. straddling my left nee with immediate rush.. my blood rushing to my brain.. my groin breaking for freedom. Grinding your hips toward my thigh.. hands busy.. fabric ripping.. some one enters the room out side of our blush.. We giggle and stay quiet. Holding our breath for what appeared to be hours. My finger traced the out line of your face. Your eyes ....electric blue.. I knew what you were thinking and I know what you wanted. The toilet next door flushes, taps run and stop..foot steps leave the room, the door opens and shuts, peace proclaimed. Gently you pull my jumper over my head, my red locks falling over my shoulders. I shudder as the cool air tickles my skin, my nipples spring forward, you catch them with your hands and I let out this heated breath. Licking my lips - I lower my hand to your clit, chasing the tightness of the fabric which so carefully keeps it there. With finger nail drag it the full length from where I think your pubic hair nestles the top to the inbetweeness of your pussy- you throw your head back in abundance.. the expression written all over your face. Quickly I un zip your fly tug at your jeans, the scent of your woman hood fills my nostrils, pulling myself to the floor, burying my head between your thighs I take your clit in my mouth, parting your legs with my hands, steadyin myself for balance. My knees diggin into the gritty carpet.. flickin with added speed.. orgasm building. My shoulders takin your hands, your nails diggin deep into my flesh... The toilet door opens and shuts.. My heart missin a beat as our secret audience retreat. Door shut.. I open my eyes. Kneeling beside me we kiss... and kiss.. dress..kiss and say our goodbyes. Until next week my love. I flush the toilet to make it known that maybe&lt;br /&gt;whilst we were gone so long we had used the facilities more than once, in more ways than one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7138364101163668968?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7138364101163668968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7138364101163668968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7138364101163668968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7138364101163668968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/rendezvous.html' title='Rendezvous'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2802418964119544997</id><published>2011-02-14T21:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:41:43.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel. devil. nsanity. found'/><title type='text'>Wings of Glass</title><content type='html'>As your finger touches my lips,&lt;br /&gt;as my heart misses a beat.. I&lt;br /&gt;whisper my inner thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;how you found me, I was rescued,&lt;br /&gt;after being so close to the edge,&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to jump, I could&lt;br /&gt;still jump if I wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;As my foot slid toward the&lt;br /&gt;tip of insanity.... cries&lt;br /&gt;scuppered my head. Blood&lt;br /&gt;ran from my wounds...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the devils eyes&lt;br /&gt;blink in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I am.... this angel,&lt;br /&gt;with wings of glass.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you &lt;br /&gt;in my nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2802418964119544997?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2802418964119544997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2802418964119544997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2802418964119544997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2802418964119544997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/wings-of-glass.html' title='Wings of Glass'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5020325275498401742</id><published>2011-02-12T15:40:00.018Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:43:25.658Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clit. tits. venus. rub. come. heat'/><title type='text'>Graze</title><content type='html'>Purple lights of flickering delight.&lt;br /&gt;Heat rendering shrieks.. you gave&lt;br /&gt;me such a fright. Goose bumps tickle&lt;br /&gt;flesh... wrinkles..warm fuzzy tingle.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny buds of naughtiness brushed&lt;br /&gt;aside... legs provide friction..&lt;br /&gt;Fabric 100% cotton, soft.. graze&lt;br /&gt;intrude... Hand wonders aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;carelessly southwards, darkness,&lt;br /&gt;introduces lightness of touch.&lt;br /&gt;I want this so much. Prove...&lt;br /&gt;Taking my time, not wanting&lt;br /&gt;to rush.. teasingly..&lt;br /&gt;pleasingly..clock ticking&lt;br /&gt;in the back ground...much.&lt;br /&gt;Ankles tangled in 100%&lt;br /&gt;cotton rush. Window&lt;br /&gt;eased.. sunlight heat&lt;br /&gt;increase.. And then&lt;br /&gt;with one easy push,&lt;br /&gt;ankles free, legs&lt;br /&gt;stretched wide..&lt;br /&gt;intake of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Cool minute hair&lt;br /&gt;follicles retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Brushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;Tongue slide from&lt;br /&gt;left to right..&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation....&lt;br /&gt;collecting momentum.&lt;br /&gt;Venus is smiling&lt;br /&gt;in the palm of my&lt;br /&gt;hand, fingers tease.&lt;br /&gt;Dryness of mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Time to scream..&lt;br /&gt;friction.. good,&lt;br /&gt;muscles cramp,&lt;br /&gt;nipples erect.&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze one&lt;br /&gt;with the other&lt;br /&gt;hand...Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;enhances pain,&lt;br /&gt;so let's do it&lt;br /&gt;again..Pace&lt;br /&gt;quickens, goose&lt;br /&gt;bumps rising.&lt;br /&gt;Orgasmic retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, screaming&lt;br /&gt;legs thrashing..&lt;br /&gt;100% fallen down.&lt;br /&gt;Bed sheets, crumpled&lt;br /&gt;Time out...heart&lt;br /&gt;beat rising..&lt;br /&gt;Perspiration&lt;br /&gt;dances, the &lt;br /&gt;stage is set..&lt;br /&gt;Audience waitin,&lt;br /&gt;take a bow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5020325275498401742?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5020325275498401742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5020325275498401742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5020325275498401742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5020325275498401742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/100.html' title='Graze'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5214172072227148825</id><published>2011-02-11T20:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:41:28.577Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sniffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol. down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Angels tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcQq1ET6aEI/TVWc_AXAfbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/H6yYU1_YxGI/s1600/Angels%2Bkiss..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcQq1ET6aEI/TVWc_AXAfbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/H6yYU1_YxGI/s320/Angels%2Bkiss..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572532720183049650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic liquor.&lt;br /&gt;Pull the ring,&lt;br /&gt;pull.. hear it&lt;br /&gt;sizzle, pop,&lt;br /&gt;sing. Pull&lt;br /&gt;ring the can,&lt;br /&gt;can I drink&lt;br /&gt;it, yes I&lt;br /&gt;can. Tip &lt;br /&gt;sideways&lt;br /&gt;or straight&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;br /&gt;can...&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;with pain&lt;br /&gt;killers&lt;br /&gt;I am more&lt;br /&gt;than capable&lt;br /&gt;slight of &lt;br /&gt;hand, open&lt;br /&gt;wide... bubbles&lt;br /&gt;tickle my throat&lt;br /&gt;whilst white&lt;br /&gt;paracetamol&lt;br /&gt;cascade around&lt;br /&gt;and eventually&lt;br /&gt;down. Slick&lt;br /&gt;para-abnormal&lt;br /&gt;trick..Angelic&lt;br /&gt;tears.. you&lt;br /&gt;got the name?&lt;br /&gt;This is MY&lt;br /&gt;new game,&lt;br /&gt;this is my&lt;br /&gt;trick..can&lt;br /&gt;I drink it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..I CAN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5214172072227148825?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5214172072227148825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5214172072227148825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5214172072227148825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5214172072227148825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/angels-tears.html' title='Angels tears'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcQq1ET6aEI/TVWc_AXAfbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/H6yYU1_YxGI/s72-c/Angels%2Bkiss..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7863970867343715475</id><published>2011-02-09T21:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:21:29.490Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough. cold. heat. cider. trick.'/><title type='text'>'Achooooooooooooooo'</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago I started with a suspect sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have got a snotty red sore nose.. which continues&lt;br /&gt;to run.......and run.................and fuckin.......run!&lt;br /&gt;I have been watchin the fuckwits at work and how many don't&lt;br /&gt;actually put their hands over their mouths when coughin,&lt;br /&gt;sneezin? Not many. So I have now got some one's fuckin&lt;br /&gt;cold. Ya know the kind I'm on about.. can't breathe, night&lt;br /&gt;time heat.. sticky skin.. temperature lying in..&lt;br /&gt;Watery eyes.... feelin like they don't belong to me..&lt;br /&gt;tired eyes... am off to my bed. So the challenge is&lt;br /&gt;to try and get rid this shitty cold long before&lt;br /&gt;my birthday. Hell shit I'm actually running out of&lt;br /&gt;time!! My big day is 23rd of this month.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;throwing pain killers down my throat like they&lt;br /&gt;are going out of fashion... washed down with a can&lt;br /&gt;of cider... yum ! YUM ! Hick.. this is my new trick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7863970867343715475?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7863970867343715475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7863970867343715475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7863970867343715475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7863970867343715475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/achooooooooooooooo.html' title='&apos;Achooooooooooooooo&apos;'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-3143555367446973853</id><published>2011-02-08T22:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:50:39.382Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erect. flesh.soft. ache.want'/><title type='text'>Restrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TVHEmawSIsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KUwRBPCKDEE/s1600/Bondage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TVHEmawSIsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KUwRBPCKDEE/s200/Bondage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571450378329924290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying there, cold skin...&lt;br /&gt;flesh vulnerable..door&lt;br /&gt;opens.. shuffle in..&lt;br /&gt;nipples erect.. increase&lt;br /&gt;with time.. lick, roll , &lt;br /&gt;flick..lick some more.&lt;br /&gt;Caress..touch.. please.&lt;br /&gt;Softness..unstable..&lt;br /&gt;fall of face.. amazin&lt;br /&gt;grace. Tie me up&lt;br /&gt;then unwrap this naked&lt;br /&gt;body.. take what you&lt;br /&gt;need.. tease me, please&lt;br /&gt;me.. inhale me.. breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Fibres tighten bonds..&lt;br /&gt;creak.. feeling weak.&lt;br /&gt;Mascara stained eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Aching muscles..&lt;br /&gt;movement restrict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-3143555367446973853?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3143555367446973853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=3143555367446973853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3143555367446973853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/3143555367446973853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/restrain.html' title='Restrain'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TVHEmawSIsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KUwRBPCKDEE/s72-c/Bondage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2972621698611030070</id><published>2011-02-06T20:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:52:52.306Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead. musician............'/><title type='text'>LOSS</title><content type='html'>Gary Moore has been found dead in his hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in shock........ Parisian Walkways, my ultimate&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;favourite piece of music. a Fantastic musician....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from Belfast, a member of Thin Lizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best die young, 58 yrs.old I am torn apart by this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad news........ I will morn his early passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Gary Moore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2972621698611030070?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2972621698611030070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2972621698611030070' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2972621698611030070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2972621698611030070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/loss.html' title='LOSS'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2927153046203834981</id><published>2011-02-05T21:05:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:33:41.165Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken. distraction. love. touch.woman.'/><title type='text'>And  ???</title><content type='html'>And ... the first day I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;You wondered in, not a care in the&lt;br /&gt;world. A slither of hair tickled your&lt;br /&gt;face... you injected my heart with&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of wantonness and love..&lt;br /&gt;I took you for granted.. it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;to be. I told myself it would work&lt;br /&gt;regardless. Who was I fooling? Just&lt;br /&gt;for the record... don't let this&lt;br /&gt;go to your head... all things aside&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, miss our chats..&lt;br /&gt;the one's we used to share, me not&lt;br /&gt;aware you didn't actually care..&lt;br /&gt;what was I to do .. kid myself?&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I suddenly realised &lt;br /&gt;we weren't to be...........ever.&lt;br /&gt;My world fell apart, you broke&lt;br /&gt;my heart, but I can't lay the &lt;br /&gt;blame. I have to admit my life&lt;br /&gt;since then has never been the&lt;br /&gt;same. So ? What am I harping&lt;br /&gt;on about.. I know we never&lt;br /&gt;were.. will never be..&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but 5.3% x 3&lt;br /&gt;cans of cider later, my&lt;br /&gt;feelings have emerged,&lt;br /&gt;fatal.. because when&lt;br /&gt;I have sobered up I will&lt;br /&gt;read what I wrote last&lt;br /&gt;night.. smile.. possibly&lt;br /&gt;throw up. Alcohol ... my&lt;br /&gt;right hand man.. but I&lt;br /&gt;so long for the touch&lt;br /&gt;of a woman. A quick&lt;br /&gt;flick of my right eye,&lt;br /&gt;wink.. smile that &lt;br /&gt;foolish grin.. open&lt;br /&gt;the back door, usher&lt;br /&gt;you in. 'Cup o tea?'&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat.. rest&lt;br /&gt;a while.. nervously&lt;br /&gt;I prime the kettle,&lt;br /&gt;grasp a couple of &lt;br /&gt;cups..'chink' eyes&lt;br /&gt;wide open, shakin&lt;br /&gt;hands..leaning against&lt;br /&gt;the worktop. Arms&lt;br /&gt;appear around my&lt;br /&gt;waist.. you stop &lt;br /&gt;me in my tracks, I&lt;br /&gt;drop my hands to&lt;br /&gt;my waist, slide&lt;br /&gt;my worried fingers&lt;br /&gt;over yours.. I&lt;br /&gt;spy a spider there&lt;br /&gt;in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;I turn.. we kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Your expression&lt;br /&gt;with Crescendo..&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;beat in my ears..&lt;br /&gt;So loud.. notes&lt;br /&gt;of distinction. &lt;br /&gt;Fully blown&lt;br /&gt;distraction..&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the&lt;br /&gt;heat of your&lt;br /&gt;mouth on my &lt;br /&gt;lips..hold&lt;br /&gt;back.. not &lt;br /&gt;this time.&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Am I awake?&lt;br /&gt;Please don't&lt;br /&gt;stop.. this&lt;br /&gt;was meant to &lt;br /&gt;be.. hold me&lt;br /&gt;close.......&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let&lt;br /&gt;me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2927153046203834981?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2927153046203834981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2927153046203834981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2927153046203834981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2927153046203834981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/and.html' title='And  ???'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-7858577229564280579</id><published>2011-02-04T20:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:15:28.125Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold. wounds. frantic. good bye'/><title type='text'>For the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUxcZo1roZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lj2SR6j3aVQ/s1600/Homeward%2Bbound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUxcZo1roZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lj2SR6j3aVQ/s320/Homeward%2Bbound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569928434679521682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your every&lt;br /&gt;things, fold away&lt;br /&gt;the day..kiss&lt;br /&gt;my yesterdays..&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. Frantic&lt;br /&gt;is my heart, &lt;br /&gt;frozen and wet.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle down&lt;br /&gt;close.. blood&lt;br /&gt;supply recoverin&lt;br /&gt;time heals all&lt;br /&gt;wounds.. smile.&lt;br /&gt;Wipe all tears,&lt;br /&gt;shrug tightly&lt;br /&gt;your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;just another&lt;br /&gt;day away.. &lt;br /&gt;time heals&lt;br /&gt;every thing,&lt;br /&gt;time is all&lt;br /&gt;I have. Cold&lt;br /&gt;hands warm&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-7858577229564280579?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7858577229564280579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=7858577229564280579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7858577229564280579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/7858577229564280579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-journey.html' title='For the Journey'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUxcZo1roZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lj2SR6j3aVQ/s72-c/Homeward%2Bbound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2466994892145312577</id><published>2011-02-02T20:39:00.012Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:19:07.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. age. young heart.gold  planet'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUnDt4iy71I/AAAAAAAAAjA/fF5dTIYeagI/s1600/birthday%2Bcake%2Bn%2Bcandles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUnDt4iy71I/AAAAAAAAAjA/fF5dTIYeagI/s320/birthday%2Bcake%2Bn%2Bcandles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569197607260188498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great count down &lt;br /&gt;has begun..ten, nine&lt;br /&gt;eight... seven...six.&lt;br /&gt;Five.....Oh.. Soon&lt;br /&gt;to be half a century&lt;br /&gt;young. I'm looking&lt;br /&gt;at it from the other&lt;br /&gt;side.. I'm am life&lt;br /&gt;as I know I am. Old?&lt;br /&gt;NFW..(not fuckin way!)&lt;br /&gt;See it's easy...&lt;br /&gt;Age is but a number..&lt;br /&gt;I have to understand&lt;br /&gt;what it brings me...&lt;br /&gt;What I can expect&lt;br /&gt;to gain from my&lt;br /&gt;time left on this&lt;br /&gt;crumbling planet.&lt;br /&gt;To realise that&lt;br /&gt;things aren't&lt;br /&gt;always as they&lt;br /&gt;might seem. For&lt;br /&gt;instance is the&lt;br /&gt;glass half full?&lt;br /&gt;Or half empty.&lt;br /&gt;Stop believing&lt;br /&gt;no one loves&lt;br /&gt;me.. I have a &lt;br /&gt;heart of solid&lt;br /&gt;gold.. a mind&lt;br /&gt;full of stories&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be&lt;br /&gt;invented, and&lt;br /&gt;eventually told.&lt;br /&gt;So where shall&lt;br /&gt;I begin. Has&lt;br /&gt;she lost her&lt;br /&gt;marbles? Of&lt;br /&gt;course not,&lt;br /&gt;this is me.&lt;br /&gt;Sit up straight&lt;br /&gt;listen to what&lt;br /&gt;I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;We're on this&lt;br /&gt;planet once,&lt;br /&gt;life is this,&lt;br /&gt;we have no&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals. If&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump&lt;br /&gt;then I have to&lt;br /&gt;measure the&lt;br /&gt;distance, go&lt;br /&gt;for it.. Step&lt;br /&gt;out from under-&lt;br /&gt;neath my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;go dance naked&lt;br /&gt;in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Experience all&lt;br /&gt;that life offers.&lt;br /&gt;And get this one..&lt;br /&gt;piss folk off..&lt;br /&gt;if they don't&lt;br /&gt;like the scenery,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of my&lt;br /&gt;perfume.. close&lt;br /&gt;the door on the&lt;br /&gt;way out, leave&lt;br /&gt;my room. This&lt;br /&gt;may not make&lt;br /&gt;sense to&lt;br /&gt;many if any&lt;br /&gt;of you.. Face?&lt;br /&gt;Bothered? For&lt;br /&gt;if you know&lt;br /&gt;me properly&lt;br /&gt;through blog&lt;br /&gt;and e mails&lt;br /&gt;and the like,&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name&lt;br /&gt;is.. and I &lt;br /&gt;am life and &lt;br /&gt;I know I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2466994892145312577?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2466994892145312577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2466994892145312577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2466994892145312577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2466994892145312577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUnDt4iy71I/AAAAAAAAAjA/fF5dTIYeagI/s72-c/birthday%2Bcake%2Bn%2Bcandles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-515625926889053969</id><published>2011-02-01T17:14:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:25:36.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talons. blood. moonlight. Vampire. flesh'/><title type='text'>Vampire for my love</title><content type='html'>Ticking clock.&lt;br /&gt;Trace with pace&lt;br /&gt;the lining of&lt;br /&gt;my face, rip&lt;br /&gt;apart with&lt;br /&gt;blood stained&lt;br /&gt;talons, kiss&lt;br /&gt;every depth,&lt;br /&gt;feel all that&lt;br /&gt;I offer..&lt;br /&gt;Start at&lt;br /&gt;the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Step one..kiss&lt;br /&gt;gently with&lt;br /&gt;haste. Don't&lt;br /&gt;keep me&lt;br /&gt;waiting..&lt;br /&gt;eager to&lt;br /&gt;please..&lt;br /&gt;tick.. tock..&lt;br /&gt;tick.. slide&lt;br /&gt;beneath my &lt;br /&gt;flesh.. lick&lt;br /&gt;suck..roll&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;around the &lt;br /&gt;palm of your&lt;br /&gt;hand.. quick&lt;br /&gt;I scream as I&lt;br /&gt;command. Tick,&lt;br /&gt;tick..tick...&lt;br /&gt;tock. Every&lt;br /&gt;second of&lt;br /&gt;every minute.&lt;br /&gt;Blood drains&lt;br /&gt;from my vision&lt;br /&gt;pale is the&lt;br /&gt;moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Strike.. bite.&lt;br /&gt;Neck stretched&lt;br /&gt;back, 'Arghhhh..&lt;br /&gt;the pain is&lt;br /&gt;intense..&lt;br /&gt;suck..lick..&lt;br /&gt;quick, as the &lt;br /&gt;sun begins to&lt;br /&gt;rise..tick,&lt;br /&gt;tock..tick..&lt;br /&gt;hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-515625926889053969?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/515625926889053969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=515625926889053969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/515625926889053969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/515625926889053969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/02/vampire-for-my-love.html' title='Vampire for my love'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-8945162452306678519</id><published>2011-01-31T20:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:03:49.856Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shafted. goodbyes. friend. happy.sad.tears'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Ten years down the line.&lt;br /&gt;Happy job.. until just&lt;br /&gt;of late.. changes made&lt;br /&gt;jobs no longer here, in&lt;br /&gt;actual fact she's been&lt;br /&gt;what I consider to have&lt;br /&gt;been well and truly&lt;br /&gt;shafted... fucked,&lt;br /&gt;pushed out of the&lt;br /&gt;door... a job?&lt;br /&gt;no more. Tears&lt;br /&gt;did flow, she's&lt;br /&gt;our friend you&lt;br /&gt;know... the one&lt;br /&gt;who looks after&lt;br /&gt;us when things go&lt;br /&gt;bad... now it's &lt;br /&gt;our turn but we&lt;br /&gt;have no say.. she&lt;br /&gt;left today.. we&lt;br /&gt;said our goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;had a hug, wiped&lt;br /&gt;some tears.. I &lt;br /&gt;feel so sad, she&lt;br /&gt;was the best,&lt;br /&gt;tough on the&lt;br /&gt;outside but&lt;br /&gt;really? I'd&lt;br /&gt;never seen&lt;br /&gt;her cry..until&lt;br /&gt;today. Don't &lt;br /&gt;worry she's got&lt;br /&gt;a case, she's &lt;br /&gt;takin the union&lt;br /&gt;with her she'll&lt;br /&gt;make 'em pay.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the&lt;br /&gt;money, it's the&lt;br /&gt;way they've done&lt;br /&gt;it.. no rules&lt;br /&gt;did they follow,&lt;br /&gt;she's comin in&lt;br /&gt;for a meetin&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we'll&lt;br /&gt;stay in touch..&lt;br /&gt;meet for a drink&lt;br /&gt;or ten.... we&lt;br /&gt;don't actually&lt;br /&gt;know when. I&lt;br /&gt;shall keep my&lt;br /&gt;eyes peeled,&lt;br /&gt;Email her when&lt;br /&gt;I can.. I'm&lt;br /&gt;a spy for her&lt;br /&gt;for the idiot&lt;br /&gt;boss at work,&lt;br /&gt;the one who&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;shafted her.&lt;br /&gt;She will win&lt;br /&gt;this case..&lt;br /&gt;we will miss&lt;br /&gt;her smiling&lt;br /&gt;happy face,&lt;br /&gt;the one who&lt;br /&gt;held our&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-8945162452306678519?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8945162452306678519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=8945162452306678519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8945162452306678519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/8945162452306678519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-5584869168172369238</id><published>2011-01-28T20:25:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:50:27.676Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother help. fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Self Explanitory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUMoCDP68sI/AAAAAAAAAis/f13B5Z6mA3s/s1600/fingers%2Bcrossed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUMoCDP68sI/AAAAAAAAAis/f13B5Z6mA3s/s320/fingers%2Bcrossed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567337580056998594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger's crossed I should win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;What would I do to celebrate? Buy a new&lt;br /&gt;car...or a new motorbike? Get pissed?&lt;br /&gt;Or buy a pub? I've always thought I'd&lt;br /&gt;have more chances of platting fog! &lt;br /&gt;But ya gotta be in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;or at least have half a chance of&lt;br /&gt;almost winning it. So I'm not &lt;br /&gt;talking a few hundred or a few&lt;br /&gt;thousand.. the big one..several&lt;br /&gt;millions maybe would be nice..&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in trouble with &lt;br /&gt;his business right now.. I don't&lt;br /&gt;know how he survives, he hardly&lt;br /&gt;gets paid.. so if I won the lottery&lt;br /&gt;tonight enough to tell them at&lt;br /&gt;work to 'get stuffed' I'd give&lt;br /&gt;my brother enough funds to&lt;br /&gt;get him self unstuck, pay for&lt;br /&gt;his house.. and have plenty&lt;br /&gt;left for a rainy day. So&lt;br /&gt;what would I do next?&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessin maybe build&lt;br /&gt;a house to my specifications..&lt;br /&gt;complete with a moat...&lt;br /&gt;friends welcome, people&lt;br /&gt;who think they know me, the &lt;br /&gt;one's who in the past have annoyed&lt;br /&gt;me, pissed me off.. oh I got&lt;br /&gt;a great memory. I'd tell&lt;br /&gt;them to go fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Cats!! I'd donate a chunk&lt;br /&gt;to local cats home...&lt;br /&gt;fillet steaks for life.&lt;br /&gt;I might ditch the&lt;br /&gt;fella ... go marry&lt;br /&gt;a wife. Pay off the&lt;br /&gt;children, start&lt;br /&gt;living my life..&lt;br /&gt;So..........?&lt;br /&gt;I got a ticket,&lt;br /&gt;am waiting to buy&lt;br /&gt;lessons on how&lt;br /&gt;to Platte fog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-5584869168172369238?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5584869168172369238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=5584869168172369238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5584869168172369238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/5584869168172369238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/lifes-lottery.html' title='Self Explanitory'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEpeyycrye4/TUMoCDP68sI/AAAAAAAAAis/f13B5Z6mA3s/s72-c/fingers%2Bcrossed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-2319569426116725936</id><published>2011-01-26T20:26:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:45:19.809Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smacks. wet. dry. breasts. monsters.bed'/><title type='text'>Wet</title><content type='html'>My daddy used to smack me,&lt;br /&gt;when I used to wet the bed.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those re-occurring&lt;br /&gt;nightmares that I can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;We/they tried all kinds&lt;br /&gt;of medication, relaxation,&lt;br /&gt;alarm bells would ring as&lt;br /&gt;soon as the tiniest drop&lt;br /&gt;of piss came into contact&lt;br /&gt;with the protective rubber&lt;br /&gt;sheet.. part of the Victorian&lt;br /&gt;contraption I had with&lt;br /&gt;every night's disturbed&lt;br /&gt;sleep. I tried my best&lt;br /&gt;not to fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded every morning&lt;br /&gt;waking to find out I was&lt;br /&gt;lying in cold pee. I'd&lt;br /&gt;lie in fear as I heard&lt;br /&gt;my Daddy's foot steps&lt;br /&gt;clamber up to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Eye's fixed as the door&lt;br /&gt;would open, I buried&lt;br /&gt;my head beneath the&lt;br /&gt;covers of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;When asked if I were&lt;br /&gt;dry.. my eyes would&lt;br /&gt;fill with tears.&lt;br /&gt;I must 've been&lt;br /&gt;a nightmare for&lt;br /&gt;my parents, if&lt;br /&gt;this is what they&lt;br /&gt;did to me, I &lt;br /&gt;even did a stint&lt;br /&gt;in hospital to&lt;br /&gt;try n find out&lt;br /&gt;why I did it..&lt;br /&gt;I hated every&lt;br /&gt;minute of it,&lt;br /&gt;I used to hide&lt;br /&gt;under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;More pills to&lt;br /&gt;take, wire's&lt;br /&gt;attached this&lt;br /&gt;time, only to&lt;br /&gt;my head!&lt;br /&gt;When I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;down, all these&lt;br /&gt;nightmares I&lt;br /&gt;used to own..&lt;br /&gt;re enter my&lt;br /&gt;troubled head.&lt;br /&gt;The monsters&lt;br /&gt;are still hiding&lt;br /&gt;under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;13 is unlucky&lt;br /&gt;for some. 13&lt;br /&gt;was the age when&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled out&lt;br /&gt;of child hood&lt;br /&gt;and on the slippery&lt;br /&gt;road toward being&lt;br /&gt;an adult.&lt;br /&gt;Dry nights, no&lt;br /&gt;more smacks.&lt;br /&gt;Just mood swings,&lt;br /&gt;periods..pubic hair &lt;br /&gt;and those&lt;br /&gt;wobbly things&lt;br /&gt;growing on&lt;br /&gt;my chest!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993145234602652065-2319569426116725936?l=indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2319569426116725936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993145234602652065&amp;postID=2319569426116725936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2319569426116725936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993145234602652065/posts/default/2319569426116725936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigoviolet-indigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/wet.html' title='Wet'/><author><name>Indi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqjANyom2wg/TZYyAQU57NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Cdf7RxomuXs/s220/My%2Bbreasts..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
