Jargon Jumbalaya

I sooo wanted to do my tags tonight, but I wrote some shit in the past and went back and read it, feeling like I couldn't post the posts for one reason or another, I chose to take from them pieces and then just present them, since really that one line focused the whole structure and thought from the post.

This post has no structure. But it has many points. It's just pieces. Deal. That said... Enjoy and Happy HNT!

** I was all over myself yesterday. thanks.

**Sometimes when I stay quiet, I hear from people that never would have spoken.

**I love the road signs that say "Cover your Load." It rocks the giggles... a lot.

**I have a conference coming up in which I actually do speak publicly. I'm not giving details of it because I think it would make me a little paranoid to actually see some of you watching me discuss Maintaining Healthy Ejaculation, so let's just leave it at the fact that, well... I'm discussing sperm to about 2oo people. I'm kind of having issues visualizing it myself... which is in fact the problem.

**I always chew gum before and after I speak publicly about sex related issues because I think about it and I get horny so then I have to like, grit my teeth. Grrrrr. S'bad. really. That's why I keep lube and a vibrator in my purse. Not kidding. Moving on.

**I like visiting your blogs lately. Almost more than I like visiting mine. Just wanted to get that off my chest.

**Speaking of chest, I need to write a letter, bear with me:

Dear Boys,

Fuck you. No seriously I spoil you guys... but yet you disappoint me all the time. Where's the fucking love here? Honestly? I spend top money to keep you bastards comfy and how do you repay me? By gaining at least 2 lbs each in mass. Jesus! I feel like I've saran wrapped my upper torso lately by just strapping the friggin bra on!

Sure, I was certain it was temporary until you pulled the punk move and stuck around... Now I have no idea what to do with myself. I can't run worth shit, my equilibrium is all fuckin' cock-eyed and you expect me to just....'deal?' Whathefuckever.

I just spent all that time and money not long ago for your current duds... But now, thanks to you I'm another victim of the lingerie store cash massacre.

You're either C or D and there's no fuckin' in-between with that, understand? And GOD DAMNIT Lefty stop slackin on the job... I look lopsided when you do that and it's not sexy at all. I think if we can agree to this arrangement and obligate ourselves to a 'plan' in the long term we could make this a great team again. Thanks.

Em.

**BEEP*

It's 8:05.... This is Phyllis in the office, the cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time your butts are in the street.......

Three songs that have fucking awesome 'breaks':
-"Feel Good Inc." by the Gorillaz,
--"It's Goin Down" the Executioners and
--- "Get Out" by Sublime.... OMG the funky scratches in the mid!!! *sigh*

There's more than those three of course... but they're fresh in my mind and hell, it's a good start. Some times I just have to it the 'repeat' button once when they come on my Ipod. Instant Attitude Adjustment.

One sincere tear outweighs a waterfall of deception. Uh, that's some deep shit. What the fuck was it doing on my chocolate wrapper... seriously. That's some really odd marketing.

EDIT: Today a good friend and co-blogger of mine decided to abort his mission. I feel a great loss deep in my heart as I so felt that he was indeed a true craftsman of words and very connected with himself and his feelings. I will miss him terribly... please drop by and enjoy not only the very long but worthwhile post, but the HNT's sprinkled about... Goodbye my dear Rocket Man and god speed sweet heart. "Can you hear me Major Tom?"

Smooches sexy half-nekkid bitches.


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