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It is the day after Friday, which still makes people think of Rebecca Black’s horrible song. Today is Saturday. Saturday makes me think of satyrs, but it is actually named after Saturn. Most of the other days are named after gods. Lots of them are Norse gods, like Thor, Freya, and OdinPosted By alex On 06.30.2012 @ 9:08 am
Tony always liked the crusts cut off his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, even after he turned 18. He left home, went off to college like all the other well behaved kids in his town, and in the cafeteria he’d have to painstakingly peel the crusts off his sandwiches. It was in those moments that he missed his mother.Posted By Alex On 06.28.2012 @ 7:41 pm
i really don’t know what to write about this word. I don’t want to sit here too long and think about it or else I will lose all my time. Things should not be thought about but simply just done. Sometimes the best things happen when you don’t really think, but simply just do. Time flies so make the best of it.Posted By alex On 06.23.2012 @ 5:40 pm
i’ve already been typing for minutes. time is so ambiguous, a minute is a lie. a minute was created to accompany all other measurements of time, to control the masses. the minutes are a supplement to progression, the progression of those who do not wish to live in the very present minute in which they exist. the minutes are a ticking time bomb.Posted By Alex On 06.22.2012 @ 8:05 pm
birds live in a nest. little baby birdies grow up there but then later, when they grow up they have to leave and the mommy bird has to let them go. But leaving can be scary. Nests are make of twigs and branches and leaves. Our neighbors cat tries to eat the birds in our backyard.Posted By Alex On 06.10.2012 @ 7:10 am
when i think of jelly all that comes to mind is the expression ‘are you jelly’ as in ‘are you jealous?’ and when i think of jealousy, I think of what power it has over people and how ridiculous it is. Why can’t people trust each other anymore? Well I don’t think anyone does anything but lie anymore.Posted By Alex On 06.07.2012 @ 8:40 am
Is it always jelly? wibble wobble wibble wobble its always jelly. Feeding troops the jelly of death, feeding kids the party kind. So on so on so on…everyone born in the 80s knows that jelly was best served straight from the pack! eating the sq cubes without the boiling episode.Posted By Alex On 06.07.2012 @ 7:44 am
This one time, I put jelly on my sandwich but it was bad so I threw up everywhere. It was literally all over. It not only got all over my plate, but it also covered all of my place mats. All of the place mats. Just… all of them. So I have stopped using jelly on my stuff.Posted By Alex On 06.06.2012 @ 9:31 pm
jelly is the jam of desire, the passion of a perilous vine, the dream of disasters. Welcome, the bread is ready, the toast has been toasted though, if I were a boasting man, I’d say I’d have to have boasted, that with peanut butter, my unborn dying mother, you would be less, more than most, but blest by an impure death.Posted By alex On 06.06.2012 @ 2:00 pm
Emptying the laundry basket is one of those tasks that no one really appreciates. You have to, of course. If you didn’t the laundry would stay there forever. In limbo. Laundry limbo. Arguably the worst kind of limbo, after the one with all the bees. But when the basket is, indeed, emptied, there is a sadness of sorts.Posted By Alex On 06.04.2012 @ 7:22 pm
Work is such a goddamn hassle.
This woman – I will affectionately refer to her as Bitchface – has apparently made it her personal mission to make my life difficult.
Nothing that I do is good enough, and I never seem to be doing enough. It may sound self-involved to say that she is gunning for me and me alone, but that’s seriously what she’s doing. Last summer she decided it would be really awesome to try and gyp me out of $2000 that I earned working for her, simply because she wasn’t pleased with my work performance in the aftermath of my employment.
Ugh.Posted By alex On 05.31.2012 @ 10:53 pm
This is the word my dad uses when he is frustrated. When he complains that something is a “hassle”, that is the cue to leave him alone, or to push him through it because he’s being a baby. He’s my dad he should be able to do anything. Looking at him through my child-eyes, so young and naive, I believe he should be able to move mountains.Posted By alex On 05.31.2012 @ 6:37 pm
“The architecture is truly stunning.”
I turned to stare at Walter incredulously. “We’re about to sacrificed to some crazy heathen gods, and you find the time to appreciate the architecture?!” I hissed at him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing much else we can do.”Posted By Alex On 05.29.2012 @ 8:28 pm