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Joshua Taggart


Last Updated: 12/7/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 23
Sign: Cancer

City: Phoenix
State: Arizona
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/2/2004

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Friday, December 05, 2008 
It was a chilly wednesday night. Josh had his window cracked and a small gust of wind hummed through the screen.  He looked so fragile laying there, lifeless as I stood at the end of his bed.  I had done this for quite some time as it had become a fetish of mine, an obsession.  I would impatiently wait for the sun to fall so I could stand in silence, and listen to his soft breathing.  This night was different than all the others though.  I noticed a red lace hiding behind, what appeared to be, an etnies bag.  I elegantly tip toed to the bag, and slowly tugged on the piece of cloth.  I lifted it, only to find it was a pair of female panties.  They wreaked of sex and my heart dropped, as I knew this would make fulfilling my fantasies so much harder.  Josh moved his arm over his firm chest, and I knew it was time to go.  I threw the piece of clothing in my pocket, pranced out of the room, and down the cold tile hallway.  I had learned a technique so that my skin lifting off the hard tile didn't make a sound.  This was my second week of towering over him, and he had no idea.  I felt so powerful, like I was in control as I stood over his, what seemed to be, lifeless body.  When I got to the kitchen I grabbed a lighter from the drawer.  It was a cheap lighter I had purchased at walmart a while back, but it worked none the less.  I quickly went out back and pulled the panties out of my pocket and held the flame to them.  The lace ignited quite fast and I stood there on the cold concrete, jerking faster and faster.  The hotter the flames became, the more intense my session was.  I finally let out a groan, and the shower of white sizzled as it hit the firey pit.  It was at this point...that I became victorias secret.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008 

heinekin is "the good stuff"

people drinking sparks from a wine glass

trans am in the front yard of a trailer

dad still has the christmas lights up in the trailer

the indoor pets consist of a snake, goldfish, rat, ferret, dog, and cat

the bar in the the same parking lot as your house

everyone knows you by first name

busch is the everyday beer

im in a trailer park

"step on it... ford power"

"the ford crown vic is a cadillac in desguise"

all the furniture is from the 70's

no family car that runs

"wanna go beat the fuck out of the neighbor... he is used to it"

when the neighbor comes over at 3am to show you a video on youtube

a bottle of wine causes the neighbor to dance with everyone and attempt to get naked

"we only drink busch when were broke, see i usually get budwiser" 

the neighbors met through an online dating service

more to come...

Friday, April 11, 2008 


Im sure your up in heaven kickin ass and taking names yet getting along with everyone just like you always do.

you will always be with me
love you
 
Kim Elizabeth Taggart
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sunday, February 10, 2008 
In light of recent events I'd like to say:

Palpitations.... fuck you

1. I'm done smoking.
2. I'm done going out every night.
3. I'm cutting back on the drinking.
4. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not.

Well that's my resolution for now. I never realized how my little fuck ups could effect so many people and how many people actually cared. I think its the amount of people that are worried and concerned that influenced me the most. Its time for a change and I should start now and maybe some people will follow. Don't get me wrong I can't controll what anyone does, but hopefully some will see what happened to me and open their eyes a little bit just so I know maybe I helped a little in bettering their ways. Also, I'm not going anywhere ill still be around in the same old crowd going to the same ole' places just a little bit of a different person.
Saturday, November 11, 2006 

j/k

Thursday, September 21, 2006 

TO THE GIRLS. FR0M A GUY

Don't assume that guys won't care where you are, because we do. It makes us feel secure to know that our girlfriends aren't off flirting with guys we've never heard of. Also, don't talk about your ex-boyfriends.We never have, nor never will respect or like them. Nor, do we want to hear about them. When you do, you're asking your boyfriend to be jealous. You're asking your boyfriend to lose trust. On that, don't hump everything that walks into the room.We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're "friends" with other guys. But, when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. Also, when we tell you you're pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, cute, or stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Smile, and say "thank you". Let us pay for you. Don't "feel bad". We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say - everybody together now..."thank you". Kiss us when noone's watching. If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed. You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have, put on every kind of make-up you own. We like you for who you are not what you are. Don't flirt with guys when we're not around. We'll find out. Trust me.We have eyes everywhere. And when we find out, we're pissed. Not nessecarily with the guy you flirted with, more-so with you. Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines and media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot "Tom Cruise" or "Brad Pitt" is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. Whatever happened to the word "handsome"? Why does everything have to be "hot or sexy". I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with a "hey handsome" instead of a "hey baby, stud, cutie, sexy" whatever you can think of. Claiming girls or guys to be "hot" shows immaturity. Girls, I cannot stress this enough, if you aren't being treated right be a guy, don't wait for him to change.Ditch his sorry, disgrace-to-the-male-population ass, and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.

Thanks

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 
im me sometime bitches
Thursday, November 11, 2004 

Current mood:  devious
biatches we be choppin on twenty fours with our ak in the trunk! doug fresh rollin shotty lump lump sippin on some sizza behind the wheel