Taurus: Roast Beast
Current mood: amused

Taurus: Meatsy

You are not being used. And if you are, it's probably your own goddamn fault. Offering yourself up like a fun-loving financially solid slab of roast beast has consequences.

HeHeHeHeHeHeHeHe offering myself up like a slab of roast beast,, mmmm yeah baby eat me alllll up. roflmao

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Taurus
Current mood: angry
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Taurus: Poisoned Beef-Tongue..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />

      Venus' movement into Virgo is less problematic for you than Mercury's retrograde.  Unless you have Mercury retrograde in your natal chart, you're likely to say all the wrong things, at the wrong time.  Mis-steps here can severely damage your relationships.  Make sure not to let financial and professional stress poison your tongue.

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Relationships
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Romance and Relationships

I'm not looking for a relationship right now. You know guys, I try to be nice when you say things like that and not laugh in your face, but heres the truth, my idea of a serious committed relationship includes either living together, a diamond, or both! Up until that point you and I are both free to fuck, suck and lick whomever we choose. I do expect you to be honest with me about with whom else you are sucking, fucking, and licking, as I will be with you, but you DO NOT own me or my time! If you want to put a leash on me you'd better be prepared to handle my maintance costs and medical bills. So heres what I expect,...

1. You must have your own transportation. I am not your mother or a taxi service. I don't care if you lost your liscence all that proves is that you are too immature and irresponsible to be in a serious relationship anyway.

2. You must have your own place to live. I have had guys move in with me and live with me before and it's not happening again. Next time I'm moving in with you. I appreciate how hard this economy is. I do, but this is how I see it. Being on your own teaches you to pick up after yourself, because mommy isnt there to do it for you. It teaches you how to do laundry, because if you don't do it you and your clothes smell like ass and you dont get laid! It teaches you about paying bills on time, and if you have a pet the importance of being responsible for a dependant. You learn how to manage your time between work and play and what needs to be done around the house, and it teaches you all the things that need to be done around the house so that you don't turn into one of those ignorant oafs who think stay at home moms sit around the house all day watching Oprah. 

3. You must be emotional available!!! Having a nice car and a nice house doesn't mean shit if you don't know how to open up and be vulnerable or hold me and make me feel safe and secure and loved. If I don't feel safe and secure I sure as hell am not going to open myself to you, and I sure as hell won't cum for you. And if I'm not cumming, I sure as hell am not going to get involved in a relationship with you and stop sleeping with people who can get me off!!!!

       If you want to know what I want, not that you bothered to ask, here goes,.. I want a weekend lover, someone to come over and cuddle in bed with me and watch a movie and make love to, yes make love, not fuck me like a whore! I want to be able to go out and have a good time with him on occasion, and if we run into one of the other girls you're dating introduce us! I want a guy who enjoys thai food and italian and german. I want you to answer the damn phone when I call even if you're with another girl, not call me back when its convienient for u. If you're busy thats fine say that but don't ignore my call. I don't call 5 times a day that's not my thing.

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Worship at my Altar.
Current mood: restless
Category: Romance and Relationships

Worship at my altar as I worship at yours. Start at my feet that tread upon the earth and kiss the arches that support me, and I shall kiss the palm of thy soft delicate hand, and the inside of thy wrist where your skin is thin and I can feel the beat of thine heart. Return the favor at my ankle and the back of mine calf where my muscle tenses in anticipation of your touch. And I, in return shall kiss your forearm and the inside of your elbow, caressing my hand slowly up your arm feeling your firm muscles beneath my tiny fingers. Go next to my knee, that trembles at your touch, and kiss the inside of each, sending chills of anticipation throughout my soul. Let me kiss and rub thy shoulders, and thy neck, gently, using my fingers to slowly massage away whatever worries and cares are stored within. Kiss my thighs with thy mouth and nibble at my flesh, and worship at the altar of my womanhood; kiss me deep and taste my soul. Allow me to nibble thy earlobes and taste of thine mouth. Push me down and make me grovel at thine altar, and take within me thine seed.

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Mr. Right vs. Mr. Right Now
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Romance and Relationships

We all know who Mr. Right is, he's the one with the medical degree with the rugged good looks and the dimples who treats you like a princess and has a big cock too. So, what I'd like to talk to you all about is Mr. Right Now. Mr. Right Now is that hottie that you know you have nothing in common with that works at 7-11, and drives an el camino. Maybe hes nice, or maybe hes an asshole, it really doesnt matter cause you can't and don't see yourself with him long term, unfortunately thats the problem your not really interested, maybe you flirt cause he flirts back and you like the attention but hes not what you're looking for, and he knows it, which of course makes you seem aloof and hard to get, which is exactly why he keeps trying to get you, and one day like clockwork you'll see him when you've had a bad day, or just broke up with your b/f, or run into him at the bar after work when you've had a bit too much too drink, and you'll think fuck it why not, just once. And thats how it happens, somehow you wind up in a relationship with this loser, and you can't get rid of him. He sees you vulnerable and swoops in because he knows this is probably the best and only oppertunity he'll ever get because you're out of his leuge, and he goes to town, and sure hes incredible in bed, because hes putting every effort and technique hes ever seen into it to try to impress you, and maybe it does but you still treat him like dirt cause he is. He makes half what you do, and lives at home in his parents basement. The fact that you treat him like the loser he is makes him realize how amazing you are and he treats you like gold, maybe hes even a bit clingy and pathetic, so of course you keep him around cause hell everybody can use a good boy toy right. You call him on the phone and bitch about your friends, and get him to give you a foot rub when you've had a hard day, and even let him lick ur pussy when hes a good boy. And before you know it you're involved with this loser, now maybe you're ok with that and just keep him on the down low while you look for Mr. Right, maybe you use him to get Mr. Right jealous, or think you're hard to get, but in order to do that you might have to buy Mr. Right Now some new clothes if you're going to be seen in public with him. Or you might, just might do the STUPIDEST thing you could ever do in your life! You could actually fall for this loser. All that attention, all that great pussy licking, the fact that he actually listens to you, that might be a little much, you say screw the fact that hes not good looking enough, or smart enough, or rich enough, he treats me like a princess, and you start to actually care about him, but heres the catch, he KNOWS hes not good enough for you and expects you to treat him like shit, so when you decide to quit treating him like shit and decide you know what hes been a good boy I'm gonna mke him dinner, or I'm gonna go down on him tonight, he loves it, for about a month, and then he realizes that he has you, and he can get away with shit now. So he tests the waters he comes home a little late and you dont even notice, cause for once you dont have him on such a tight leash, and then he forgets to do the dishes, and you say oh its ok sweetie i'll do them tonight, and then it dawns on him HE OWNS YOUR ASS, and thats when the bitch starts acting up, goes out with his boys after work more and more, and then he starts going to the strip club with em, and before you know it hes out fuckin sluts behind your back, or going after someone else, cause you're not a challenge anymore, you're not hard to get, he has you, and hes going after girls that are waaaaay out of his leuge cause he figures if he got you he can do even better next time, and you're at home crying thinkin he the best thing that ever happend to you, and hes the only man that ever treated you that good trying to figure out what you did wrong, and your g/fs are tellin u its not ur fault that hes just an asshole, but u know what IT IS YOUR FAULT you're the one that gave him the time of day in the first place when you KNEW he was  LOSER, and you're the one who thought he was well trained enough to be let off his leash. So, heres my advice,...

1. Don't get involved with losers.

2. Don't make excuses for losers.

3. If you are gonna date a loser, TRAIN HIM PROPERLY. When you are training a dog and you think hes trained you dont let him loose in the middle of Central Park, you let him loose in a controlled enviornment, you let him run around the fenced yard and see if he comes when you call, and take him to parks and socialize him around other dogs. So take your man to the clubs and ask hot chics to hit on him while you're in the ladies room and punish his ass when he misbehaves! And reward him when hes good, and dont get lax, give him a little proper behavior refresher class every once in a while. 

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Easy Eddie and Butch O’Hare
Category: Blogging

Two Great Stories - BOTH TRUE - and worth reading!
> >>>>
> >>>> STORY NUMBER ONE
> >>>>
> >>>> Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious enmeshing the windy city in everything from boot-legged booze and prostitution to murder.
> >>>>
      Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

> >> To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.
> > Not only was the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends.
For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

> >>>> Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and  to the atrocity that went on around him.
> >>> Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly.
> >Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.
> >>>> And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

> >>>> Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
> >>>> One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
 He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name,  semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.
> >>>> So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he
 had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay.
Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
> >>>> The poem read:
> >>>> "The clock of life is wound but once,
> >>>>   And no man has the power to tell
> >>>>  Just when the hands will stop,
> >>>>  At late or early hour.
> >>>>  Now is the only time you own.
> >>>>  Live, love, toil with a will.
> >>>>  Place no faith in time.
> >>>>  For the clock may soon be still.
> >>>>
> >>>> STORY NUMBER TWO
> >>>>
> >>>> World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
> > > He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
> >> One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.
> >> After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
 He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
> >> His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
> >>Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
> > As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the
 American fleet.
> > The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.

> > There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of
 Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now-broken  until
 all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to
 clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.
>  Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
 Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter  Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.
> > The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.
> He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

 This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
> >>>>
 A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today,
 O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
 So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor.
 It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
 SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
> >>>>
> >>>> Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.
> >>>>

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Last Nights Dreams
Current mood: confused
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Ok don't remember the very begining of the dream but apparently I had a lettuce baby that was stolen, so Cpt. Oblivious and Berry Berry Kix and I followed the kidnappers to their lair, which happend to be a nursery, and we hid along the side of the building while they calmed my lettuce baby down and got it to sleep in a crib, and then they left, so we snuck in and found my lettuce baby in the crib sleeping and I picked it up, wrapped in its little blanket. We snuck out, but they saw us. We ran to my car which was a cream colored chevy blazer. Cpt. Oblivious and Berry Berry Kix got in first and Cpt. Oblivious started the engine I handed the baby into Berry Berry Kix and jumped into the passenger seat. We sped off down the dirt road, but they followed us in a beat up old blue ford bronco.  W e sped down the bumpy road as fast as we could but they were catching up to us, all of a sudden they were up ahead of us trying to cut us off, but  Cpt. Oblivious's swerved around them at the turn, and again they found a short cut through a meadow and tried to cut us off but Cpt. Oblivious amazing driving saved us. We could see the main road at this point, but oh no, there were teenaged kids playing around the tree at the end of the dirt road. Just as we neared the end of the dirt road one of the kids fell out of the tree maybe 15 feet ahead of us. Cpt. Obivious swerved again bringing us up onto the grass, and then back out onto the main road, narrowly missing the kid. The next thing I know Cpt. Oblivious and I are in the back seat of the car, and Berry Berry Kix is in the passenger seat, and Psycho Andrea is driving, which is scarry cause she keeps turning around to face me while she talks to me from the drivers seat. I tell her to watch where shes driving and check on the lettuce baby (maybe its suposed to be a cabbage patch kid?) The baby is sleeping and so I turn to Cpt. Oblivious who's legs are looking very sexy in those shorts he's wearing and start rubbing his leg. He looks at me like I'm absolutely insane for hitting on him while all out lives are in danger from the kidnappers that are still chasing us down Rt. 109. I yell at Andrea that she missed our turn and she pulls a screeching U-turn in the middle of 109, and thats all I remember. Wierd huh? Especially since I'm pretty sure Berry Berry Kix, Psycho Andrea, and Cpt. Oblivious have never met each other, although i don't know maybe Berry Berry Kix, and Andrea have met?? not sure.

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Ode to an Idiot
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is dedicated to all my guy friends that have dated psycho bitches over the years you guys know who you are.

Why do you do it?

Why do you let her hurt you so?

Why do you believe the lies and deceptions?

Put up with the drama and the pain?

Why do you not see?

See that she is a succubus,

Sucking, and swallowing the essence of your soul.

Sucking the life out of you;

Feeding your addiction to her,

Pretending to be everything you think you want,

And yet nothing that you need.

She lies in wait like a scorpion waiting to strike,

Biding her time;

Watching her prey.

She lets you play with her,

And lets you think you're in control,

While she slowly, slowly,

Leads you to her den.

Teasing, lulling you into submission before she strikes.

Then she feeds you her poison and watches you die,

Slowly, slowly inside,

Until there is nothing left of your soul

But darkness and bitterness and pain.

Why do you do this?

Why do you let her hurt you so?

Do you not know?

How wonderful you are?

How caring, how funny, how full of light?

Don't punish yourself for the sins of the past.

You deserve better than that.

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I was Attacked!! - true story
Current mood: creative
Category: Pets and Animals

Ok it was a dark night I had just gotten home from my moms, I went outside to water the plants cause the poor poinsettias were dying of thirst. I left the back door open so I could go in and out of the kitchen to get water at the sink. I watered the poinsettas, and then gave the other plants a drink too even though I watered them earlier in the day, everything was fine, and then I went back inside to get one last pitcher of water for my jasmine, and thats when i saw him! I was cautious at first I said hey I understand my kitchen looks inviting and all, but you really can't be in here, and he didnt move. He just stood there, staring at me! I grabed the closet thing I could find to defend myself. It was the broom behind the washer and dryer. He stood between me and the door. I thought ok I can just nudge him with the broom and push him out the door and slam it shut behind him. I tried. I failed. Instead he launched himself at my and I screamed and dropped the broom and ran into the other room. When I finally got myself together, I looked back but I couldn't see him. I slowly grabbed the broom from the floor and peeked back into the kitchen, he wasn't near the door anymore, had he left? Had I gotten rid of him? I looked at the other end of the kitchen. Nope, there he was looking at me with those beady little bug eyes of his. I swatted at him again with the broom. I knew it wasn't going to hurt him any but I didn't care I just wanted him out. I thought about getting something heavy enough to kill him, but I didn't want to have to clean up the mess. Having him there was bad enough having to clean up that mess would have been worse. So I swatted at him a few more times witht he broom he dodged left, he dodged right, I follwed him this way and that and I got him good finally, he faltered he started to fall and then he lunged at me, I screamed and tried to run but now he was between me and the door, I swatted him again with the broom and he back up a little more. Good I thought just a little more, just a few more steps back! I swatted him again  and again, finally he lost ground one last time and i slammed the door shut and locked it! I waited to see if he'd try to get back in, but alas I was fianlly safe. Few! my hands still shakin! Don't u hate those fuckin Palmetto bugs!!!! Giant cockroaches!!!!!!

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Taurus: Dead to Me
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

Taurus:  Dead To Me ..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />

       For the child of the great sign Taurus, the movement of Venus into the Sun's fiery underworld indicates a time to withdraw from involvement and sit with the force calling every part of your life together.  This attraction emanates from you in great sticky waves pulling to you what you desire.  Like ice cream.  It is the ability to create a unity of what is bound by desire that is your Taurean trademark.  Conversely, it is also your zodiacal super-power to repulse all that which is beneath you.  The Taurus snob refuses to acknowledge that which they refuse to incorporate.  A thought would pull it close.  Are you being lecherous and snobby enough?

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