tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154062572012-02-16T08:00:43.420-05:00Guess what letter I wear.scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-34423910467726465002010-10-28T20:17:00.003-04:002010-10-28T20:31:22.882-04:00

I used to tolerate taudry and unbecoming behavior from the broker/dealer crowd. Now I find myself craving it, if only to rescue myself from the ennui of valuation and risk factor galore AND nice-guy/suburbia conversation which dominates the floor. I mean, is HR really making an impression or have guys become that g-rated over the last 10 years? Maybe I'm just too old to be privy to the banter.

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Ever have one of those people in your life (read: males) that don't get the notion of just saying shit for the sake of saying shit? And how it sometimes makes you (read: female) feel better/less occupied to say stuff out loud without any need or expectation, or fucking WANT of a solution/resolution to whatever supposed dilemma is being described? You know that phrase, "talking to a wall"?

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"ok, such vitriol in the morning can't be a good thing for your day.". That was my reply to the troll on the train who got her panties in a bunch (knickers in a twist for you Brits) when I bumped into her as we approached the station. The guy behind me found this exchange hilarious and I guess I know why. Because he didn't understand that "piehole" wasn't a reference to my lady bits but rather

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Yeah, so I'm going to try this again. The whole writing shit that no one reads except weirdos and pervs because this blog is anonymous until someone I know puts 2 and 2 together. Or I get drunk enough to tell some poor unsuspecting person that I once believed I could self publish. In any event, David cross is a little 4 eyed fucker who wrote an amusing book (not dissimilar to a blog though

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That senate! They rescued the street tonight by passing the bailout AND they helped archery loving children everywhere.Dealbreaker on arrows in our bailoutSad day for libertarians, though. Poor free market all junked up with guberment.

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these are the updates i have so far:having many babies all at the same time is not as easy as jolie-pitt would make it seem.pron bores me. (i am doomed.) and my babies' daddy is very grumpy.i am hoping obama will bring some change to my life soon.

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i'd abandoned this blog in favor of having 20 babies. Now that the kids are drooling all over everything and making a general mess of the place, i figure its time for mommy to get some ME time and rant irreverently about things which no one else cares about, let alone actually reads. feels good so far. oh, but i'll have to work a little harder to access the nasty part of my brain and actually

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damn it, why can't i get this thing to update....

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The cat that has this tongue is a nasty feline. And although i generally hate kitties, this one has me licking my wounds.i do intend to get back here soon enough, but not now.

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We're in for some nastiness if the bird flu hits us. We knew that. But now we have the comforting arm of the government around our shoulder to confirm that we won't just get sick. We'll also be on our own. No expansion of hospital funding. No assistance given to states and municipalities that realize an epidemic. No money, no help, no plan. Just GWB flipping us the bird. Onto to happier

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It has been too long. Fortunately, not much has changed. The right wing still hasn't owned up to its bullshit. Too many are still dying for nothing in Iraq. More crazies are lining up to blow our asses up. And yummy delicious sex is still my favorite way to:1. curb my appetite2. destress after a hard day at the office3. avoid road rage (but this can come at the expense of a fender bender)4.

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Its that time of year again!! Some refer it as Springtime. But I like to call it The Season of Sacraments. Like an anxious bud on the neighbor's magnolia tree, its ready to burst onto the scene dousing the air with a sweetness that's delicious and sickening at once. It seems that I get one more wedding or baptism or communion added to my spring calendar for each year I make it past college.

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i tongued the cable coaxial, and although the shock did hurt a lot, it was worth it to get my connection back. i was just missing the internet so much that i got desperate. And it could have been worse - i might have had to tongue the cable man's coadjutor. So i am here just in time to tell no one in particular the following things:1. Slainte!! "May you have food and raiment, a soft

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Until the cable company figures out how to fix the crappy internet connection at my house, (I generally don't enter the blogosphere from work), I won't be here. Sucks for me.

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H strikes again.Tragic, young death such as this Is like novocaine for the spirit. Reactions grow more subtle, Stares are increasingly blank.Not humbling, long since enraging. The pain is quieter each time you step up to flower sprays. Bye, J! Hope you found what you were looking for.

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Especially the ones with snowblowers.*insert dirty joke here*

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It was a good flight. I always seem to get a seat next to the wing. Or the wing is just large enough on a jet so that my seat always seems to be on top of the wing. This time i could have crawled through the window and out onto the wing, sliding down to its end like you do when you run in socks across a wood floor. i'd stop just before i fell off.i wasn't thinking about returning to the

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So i've been out of touch for a bit. Ok, a while. i have no good excuse, if you define "good" as something exciting or honorable or luxurious, and certainly not altruistic. i was simply caught up in holiday crap followed by a bout of the flu. After that i went into overdrive on finding a new job. Unfortunately, the new job was not a new career so i'm still stuck in a rat race. In fact, i

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You there, with the etheral hair, i almost died when you (through awkward motions) threw me from the top and said you were merely looking for our cursive position. Your lips curled and it was poignant. i must have withered at that moment. Certainly, those felt like horrid, ugly words to me because i knew exactly what you meant. Good for you. All the time i spent looking to figure out your

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Not THAT kind of swap but still crazy. Trading Spouses God Warrior from the observant truth seekers at Crooks and Liars. This lady is one scary fucking truth or god warrior or whatever she is.In other news, i've managed not to curse out any bosses in the past week so i still have a job. But the slave driver is still at the wheel so i haven't had much time to be here. i'll be back though.....

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Being that i am in no way a festive person in reality, lets pretend for a sec that i am and go with this. Enjoy your Thanksgiving. i hope your horn of plenty finds an opportunity to blow its fruitful bounty. That, and the eating is good at your house. i mean this whole heartedly. Unless you're eating tofurkey. i have nothing to say about the tofurkey eaters. Thanks for reading.

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If only george w. bush was my boss then he'd say, "you're doing a hell of a job, tongue!" And he'd be right, considering the circumstances i am in. But i don't work for the easy to please. No, i work for assholes. Who set people up to fail and laugh all the way to the bank. Pricks. Fuck you for thinking that its been easy dealing with your holier than thou obnoxious ways. Fuck you for the

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This is for someone who is going through a battle. A battle I know a little something about. My point is, M, I understand.A Kitchen in Every Roomslipping through, just barely thoughthis dark crumbling sweet piece of deathhas lost and sits defeated, dripping frommy hand. I win; it does not stick to my insides.if the sugars are piercing bulletsdisguised in pinks and yellows, all the colors we

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As soon as one is erected in these modern times, i vow to move, straight away, into a Sacred Whore Temple.*You see, long ago when god was a woman the people knew to worship her in the way that is primal and naked. Instead of being wrapped in wooly texts with restrictive dogma, goddess lovers were able to experience a true corporeal communion with another's flesh. It transported and allowed no

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What's with all the winking going on in America these days? i feel as though a day doesn't go by when someone doesn't wink at me. Have i been living under a rock and missing out on the non-verbal cue fashion shows? Is winking the new must-have accessory this season? Because its not just the old man at the deli who's been winking at me, lately. Its the kid at 7/11, the paperboy, the lady

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During the height of the last presidential election season, I went to a get-out-the-vote-rally. It was an inspiring, kickass event put on by Eve Ensler's Vday organization featuring a variety of prominent women speakers and performers echoing the message lit up on the marquee outside - Chicks Rock, Vagina's Vote. The show reminded me that i have a voice to be heard - that we're all fucked if

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1130383095432395792005-10-31T00:00:00.000-05:002005-10-30T22:22:45.110-05:00

"It is so much easier to realize there's enough room for everybody." - Denise Caruso"A strong sense of duty imprisons you." - Jenny HolzerRecent events bring these quotes to mind. And i am pondering them. Perhaps, in the days ahead this week i will have something more to say about them. Perhaps, not.Also....HAPPY HALLOWEEN. i promise to give out candy without razor blades hidden if you come

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Not too long ago I had a client blow up at work. Not literally, of course, but nearly literally. His neck veins buldged, his eyes popped out of his head, and his voice reached that high pitched squeal that is usually reserved for boys on the edge of puberty and Palestinian parade calls. The episode would have been hilarious to me, if his tirade hadn't been directed at myself and two

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"Currently more money is being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer's research. So in the very near future there should be a large elderly population with impressive breasts and magnificent erections, but no recollection of what to do with them." - Sally Feldman, New Humanist July/August 2005i just hope that in the future porn purveyors don't take advantage of all the old

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Flowers seem alien in this beta room,With its stocks and bonds all discounting My creative flow and love of greenerLiving, and life, itself. Help me liveThrough this instruction web - get on with Everything undead, alive. i to love.i to press a leaf to my cheek, or her cheek.Or to be aware of even my stomach Awakened at the sight of a weepingAutumnal white birch, orange leaves; or anIntricate

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My parents were staunchly anti-nap when i was growing up. They felt napping was the work of the devil, or a sure sign that their napping teenage daughter must have been pounding copious beers and having *whisper* wild sex with teenage boys the evening before. My father would pound on my bedroom door, play irritating music, demand that i mow the lawn in the middle of the winter or scream that

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Well, aren't we going to? Didn't you just want to? Should i anymore? He didn't say much. Suddenly walked away to leave me there sitting on a scratchy plaid couch, left me to itch and squirm in a nowhere seat on top of discomfort, nearly smothered with dissappointment. And there was fear, sitting smuggly on this wretched couch next to me. Fear was tapping me on the shoulder and whispering

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Michelle Duggar delivered her 16th child last week in Arkansas. Apparently, she bet the family dog that she could one-up the bitch 17 years ago and so she's been popping out a kid or two every year or two ever since. Way to go, Michelle! The baby’s father, Jim Bob Duggar, (yep his name is JIM BOB) said, “We both just love children and we consider each a blessing from the Lord. I have asked

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He's waiting for your story, if you got one.GiveEmHellHarry.com

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On a Wednesday, it could be because the air is cool and the trees have begun to refuse their foliage the energy that keeps it supple and damp, green and veined. You might take a cue from the fading dance of butterflies around the ecchincea, taking rest yourself among cushions and pillows. You might remain entangled in blankets that should have been laundered but won't be for another few days

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He shouldn't have taken credit for discovering America. He shouldn't have killed all the natives either. Don't get me wrong, I like the cheap cigarettes and casinos all the Native American pushers are swinging now. But it was mean to kill their people with the muskets and the pox. What a pusillanimous fucker, that Cristobal Colon. Since I'm feeling especially lovey-dovey towards the

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Genna, KeptGenna's life, like that of most people, is a series of short stories, this last one having to do with a northerner transplanted to the south. This is a story about starting a new life. This time she is running from the father of her second child. The child who was supposed to have washed away the drunken teenage mistake that brought about her first child. ....Jim, the father of

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I'm drawing a blank, not to be confused with shooting blanks. I can't do that. I don't own a gun. Or a penis. I'm thinking of subscribing to the new and improved Cracked. Maybe they won't mind if I just steal their funny shit for a while.New and Improved Cracked

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"....I've seen the needle and the damage done........Every junkie's like the setting sun....."Listening to this song hurts deeply. Those words have more meaning today, A significance that cannot be abandoned.One more empty place where good once lived.Please, please, please make her understand,He didn't believe that dusk had come either.Be well, P. RIP

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A part of me apart from ISugary suffocating oceanOf warm sexuality and cool touch,Sliding surreptitiously along my naked thighUpward onto my pounding chestAnd over my quivering lips,Into my hazy vulnerable self.The truth was born in my rearview mirrorWhen I looked at my But ours is an ugly world out there and We must all compete with our SelvesLips apart, thighs apart andA tree wraps its limbs

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Is it wrong to want to kill a tree? More so if its your neighbor's tree? Its not as though i'm coveting thy neighbor's wife, for she is too round, too blithe, and appears not to daydream about the smell of sex like i do. i don't hate her, either. But her tree, oh my, how i loathe her tree!!Why shouldn't i kill it, if its already begun to die, losing its leaves throughout the sticky summer

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The 9to5 rat race is not how i really want to make my living. My dream job is to be "Head Porn Title Writer" for a big-time adult movie house. That's, like, a real job right? Anyway, i should practice in case the porno people are scouting for titilating talent. Doomsday porn flick starring some whore with labia issues: Alpaca Lips, Now!.......No?........ah well. i tried.

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Not surprising that I didn't see this on the evening news. Chris Wilson is not right in the head.US soldiers trade grisly photos of dead and mutilated Iraqis for access to amateur porn. The press is strangely silent.By Chris ThompsonPublished: Wednesday, September 21, 2005If you want to see the true face of war, go to the amateur porn Web site NowThatsFuckedUp.com. For almost a year, American

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she,straddling my lap,hinges(wherewith I tongue each eager pap)and,reaching down,by merely fingertipsthe hungry Visitor steers to love's lipsWhom(justly as she now begins to sit,almost by almost giving her sweet weight)O,how those hot thighs juicily embrace!and (instant by deep instant)as her facewatches,scarcely alive,that magic Feastgreedily disappearing least by least--through what a dizzily

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Someone gave me a book for my birthday last year about getting old. I'm not getting old so it was an odd (but thoughtful) gift. Anyway, I finally got around to reading it the other day. These are the only two pieces of information I will take away from the getting old guide.1. As suggested, I will plan my funeral in advance to ensure its suitability and relieve the living of undue stress

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When I'm a mom someday, I promise to be nice to my kids on their first day of school. Not like this kid's mommy.

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1127589954147129982005-09-24T02:40:00.000-04:002005-09-24T15:39:08.673-04:00

I should have known the bartender was out to get me drunk tonight when he made my vodka&sodas in pint glasses.Thanks for thinking of me, Mr BTender, but next time I'll take girly tumbler with the annoying red mixing straw in it.So 4 pint-sized V&S's into my night, I'm told by a friend that she's very worried about me. I am not the same anymore, she thinks. She says I'm angry.* And my job is

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1127413619842339472005-09-22T14:20:00.000-04:002005-09-24T01:57:13.433-04:00

Now that the senate has given Roberts the nod, all i have to say is that Repuplican bastard better keep his grubby robot hands outa my womb! *muttering*f*cking overpopulating bible thumping jesus freaks.........arrrrggggh.

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1127359901871141802005-09-21T22:55:00.000-04:002005-09-21T23:31:41.876-04:00

I'm sure they won't screw it up as bad this time. Besides, Texas is a prepared state. They've got drive-thru liquor stores so evacuees can grab a cold one for the ride out of town. Seriously, if I was the praying kind, I'd be praying that Rita calms the f*ck down and spares the Gulf Coasters. *crosses fingers*A side note: Is a plane making an emergency landing (successfully) really worth 4

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1127185603757666872005-09-20T00:48:00.000-04:002005-09-19T23:06:43.766-04:00

The Internets is full of misinformation and misuse of our beautiful language. To do my part in the war against malapropism, i start by offering up some advice on how to use the word CUNT in situtations revolving around a meal.PROPER USE: "Damn, was it me or was our waitress being a huge cunt!!??"IMPROPER USE:"That chicken cacciatore was a cunt."PROPER USE:"My flan was so yummy it made my cunt

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1127081529317192142005-09-18T19:43:00.000-04:002005-09-24T17:41:56.873-04:00

Sunday googling can be like going to church. If you get on your knees and google yourself real hard, you might awaken truths about yourself that are interesting or shocking or, even costly. - Like, today i found out that i (scarlettongue) am a black chick and maybe a lesbian. - Additionally, i'm a member of LiveJournal who's into air traffic control. - Google says i also have a propensity for

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1126978857759670082005-09-17T13:18:00.000-04:002005-09-18T00:07:20.066-04:00

There was a junkie on my couch, but i didn't know it. Now i do.She plopped down on my couch that day after i'd rescued her from the damp, cold bench at the train station. She'd claimed to be exhausted from having to stay up all night to help a sick friend. She seemed sleepy. Her lids looked heavy, as if she had no control over them sliding down over her bloodshot eyes. Her head kept falling

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1126666019941111482005-09-15T00:36:00.000-04:002005-09-14T23:56:16.540-04:00

After this many years of dick and bush in charge is it too much to ask for a little hott hill action? I mean, where is the smut, boys? I'm falling asleep here. Sure, you're f*cking that sweet chick, Iraq. And i'd bet you got a little somethin' in your pocket when the delectable Indonesia needs a little Tender Loving Loan (you'll screw her 'til the walls come crumbling down!). But what about

scarlettonguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175089302299241034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15406257.post-1126573780703440162005-09-12T21:07:00.000-04:002005-09-14T21:12:27.793-04:00

Every darkness comes with light by which to measure the shade, its depth. And this is my social deviance - its insignificance is directly related to my darkness and the whisper of light that filters through.Let's begin, shall we?

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