<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:05.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just droppin by</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733.post-112286298867007273</id><published>2005-07-31T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:23:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Been wonderin bout my friend Jaycee..He’s been tellin me bout crazy stuffs..couldn’t believe he’s got feelings for me! ????? He has  been one of my closest friends for like a decade now! He’s like a brother to me! And then one day he just woke up sayin he does have special feelings for me! ..i mean duh?? How am I suppose to react to that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14765733-112286298867007273?l=justmeashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/112286298867007273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14765733&amp;postID=112286298867007273' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112286298867007273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112286298867007273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733.post-112245665138845609</id><published>2005-07-27T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:30:51.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS FROM A ROSE</title><content type='html'>There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and,&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;...And if I should fall, at all&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and,&lt;br /&gt;the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14765733-112245665138845609?l=justmeashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/112245665138845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14765733&amp;postID=112245665138845609' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112245665138845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112245665138845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/2005/07/kiss-from-rose.html' title='KISS FROM A ROSE'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733.post-112234714920835303</id><published>2005-07-25T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:06:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's natter!!</title><content type='html'>I am someone who is fun and is willing to have a&lt;br /&gt;great time! but u gotta open me up first ;-) like i said&lt;br /&gt;i know how to have a great time!!! so lets chat and&lt;br /&gt;get to know each other!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14765733-112234714920835303?l=justmeashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/112234714920835303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14765733&amp;postID=112234714920835303' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112234714920835303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112234714920835303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-natter.html' title='Let&apos;s natter!!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733.post-112226230628655075</id><published>2005-07-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:31:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Without Flesh</title><content type='html'>All day I picture curves arching under me&lt;br /&gt;Dripping the sweat of passion, the heat&lt;br /&gt;Jeering at the bodies we use to strain for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Equaled by no other. We quest together for the&lt;br /&gt;Coolness and calmness that follows it.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I must make this image into reality.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live on images. Sustenance craves&lt;br /&gt;Veritability of pleasure, not phantoms of fever.&lt;br /&gt;Each moment stretches into eternity; I&lt;br /&gt;Long to run my hand down the spine, cup&lt;br /&gt;Each buttock in turn, lick a line of&lt;br /&gt;Shivers along the spine hiding behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will make love to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14765733-112226230628655075?l=justmeashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/112226230628655075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14765733&amp;postID=112226230628655075' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112226230628655075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112226230628655075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/2005/07/passion-without-flesh.html' title='Passion Without Flesh'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14765733.post-112218344756240011</id><published>2005-07-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:37:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlee here..</title><content type='html'>Hey there sexy! Young vibrant college girl here&lt;br /&gt;seeking to meet new people for fun and maybe more. I'm&lt;br /&gt;looking for someone who can not only keep up with my&lt;br /&gt;sexual appetite but bring a few fun with my boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14765733-112218344756240011?l=justmeashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/112218344756240011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14765733&amp;postID=112218344756240011' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112218344756240011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14765733/posts/default/112218344756240011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeashlee.blogspot.com/2005/07/ashlee-here.html' title='Ashlee here..'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11806579229280407309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2318/xnzje0xo3ex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
