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Ugh, I denied myself the prospect of dating him. He meant the fucking world to me, and i lied to him. Lied to his face. This seems to be a reaccuring event. Me lying. Maybe I should think more about what the fuck is going on and not just what is going to be the easiest for me. But whatever.

Posted By Amy On 11.27.2008 @ 6:46 pm

Deny? Wow, i wish i had something to deny. How interesting! ( I completely deny that i’m wallowing in self-pity)

Posted By Amy On 11.27.2008 @ 2:31 pm

is it about giving or taking? do you want me to give so you can take more? is that why you encourage me to do good? because you just want more from me.. because it isnt because you care about me or want me to be a better person unless it is to benefit you! I can think of something I’d like to give you!

Posted By amy On 12.26.2008 @ 1:36 am

Belonging is an essential feeling in most of humanity, we all want to belong. We fear however that we will never belong only the most confident feel they belong while most of humanity suffer through doubting themselves and wonder. Will we ever feel we belong?

Posted By Amy On 12.13.2008 @ 8:09 am

There’s something about you. It’s not in your smile, your words, the way you walk, or even the way your hair hangs above your green, green eyes. It’s something natural about you, even more natural than your disposition. It took me so long to realize, it’s just who you are.

Posted By Amy On 12.05.2008 @ 7:43 pm

I want to see the world. The many oceans and tides, the deserts, the forests and the open skies. These people keep me locked up and i don’t know when i’ll get to be free. One day, i want to see.

Posted By amy On 07.22.2008 @ 3:07 pm

For want of a horse shoe nail the war was lost. I always liked that little poem or ditty or whatever it was. I wish I could remember the whole thing but it eludes me now.

Posted By Amy On 07.22.2008 @ 1:44 pm

I once locked myself out of the house for three hours. I forgot my cell phone inside and then my car wouldn’t start so I couldn’t even go to my roommate’s work.

Posted By amy On 01.30.2009 @ 2:55 pm

Inside me lives what most call a princess, but what I call a demon. She is pretty and thin. She has long, wavy, hair–not curly, wavy. It is the perfect shade of golden blonde. She is a marvel of loveliness, kindness, intelligence, and good cooking. She haunts me like a monster under my bed.

Posted By Amy On 01.25.2009 @ 1:07 pm

Barack Obmama represents change. He represents hope where before we were fed fear. He represents coming together where before we were reminded of our differences and encouraged to cling to them. Now if I can only take this inspiration to make the changes i know I need to in myself.

Posted By Amy On 01.21.2009 @ 8:23 am

Change ..of heart….in your pocket..jangling as you walk down the street. Pulling my loose pants off of my hips..Is it time for change america? could that be why this word appears on this page..to see who has been inspired, who has been changed, and who will understand the change we need? CHANGE HAS COME TO AMERICA

Posted By amy On 01.20.2009 @ 3:58 pm

in public, badly, on one leg, holding a watermelon. Naked.

Posted By Amy On 01.18.2009 @ 5:33 pm

the time is now. time for action. what is action? is it what i am doing now, or is it something that i will be doing later. But what about now. Life is just a series of nows, laters, and befores. Now what am I doing?

Posted By amy On 01.11.2009 @ 10:59 pm

winter n buffalo is not finite , the glare from the snow is finite ,it ends at the top of the hill.the numbers in my checking account are finite for sure ,as is the amount of chips left in the bowl, coffee in pot ,patience ,my typing abilities are ceratinly finite ,as illustrated ,as is my pattience .I hope this is a finite exercise ,herbadmother gets some doozies. I liked the beta x mas, tho petersantilli was po-d about he static . When is this going to end , is there a bell or somthing my hand s going asleep

Posted By amy On 01.09.2009 @ 2:00 pm

every leasting, never ending

Posted By Amy On 01.09.2009 @ 7:51 am

I wish I had more money. I am always not going out to do things and stressing over what I need but will never get. I want to marry rich so that I can provide for my children (journalism is never too lucrative) and one of my biggest fears is that I will forsake legit love in order to get that. I don’t know what to do, most of the time.

Posted By Amy On 01.07.2009 @ 3:18 pm

i don’t know. wanting one thing. possessing. having. needing. knowing. ahhhh

Posted By Amy On 01.05.2009 @ 3:58 pm

oh my heart does dat everytime he walks by im mindless when i see him my heart wiilll flutter at the site of him and the sound of his voice. even if his name is said my heart flutters. im not even kidding im madly in love with him

Posted By Amy On 04.03.2009 @ 9:14 pm

The sample was sent downtown for fingerprint analysis. All the detectives could do now was wait for the results to be returned to them. Still all three of them felt confident they had the right suspect in mind.

Posted By amy On 04.02.2009 @ 3:02 pm

Level was the word yesterday and here it is again. I wonder if the web site is stuck on the word. I’ve seen it happen here before sometimes for a week or more at a time. I hope we have a new word tomorrow.

Posted By amy On 04.01.2009 @ 9:31 am

Level. what level? level 5 in swim lessons? Leveled ground for a house to be built? the tool to make sure you’re walls are straight and cielings are done? Level the boundaries. Level the divisions. those are the levels

Posted By Amy On 03.31.2009 @ 12:33 pm

I did my level best to win the writing contest but I failed just the same. It seems as though competition is not my best suit and something about competing destroys my creative ability. Perhaps I should stick to doing what comes best in the future.

Posted By amy On 03.31.2009 @ 12:29 pm

My favorite bracelet is an accumulation of stories from over the years. It is a charm bracelet and showcases trinkets from places I’ve been and people I know. It is so much more than a bracelet, it is the story of my life.

Posted By Amy On 03.30.2009 @ 6:40 pm

She felt the bracelet slip around her wrist as she walked. It was heavy and old, and she was not used to it. Her grandmother had worn this bracelet every day for many many years. She had known one day it would be hers. She had quietly wished for that day. But now that the day was here, all she wanted was for it to end, and her grandmother to have her bracelet back, because it would mean she was alive again.

Posted By amy On 03.30.2009 @ 4:14 pm

I don’t like to wear bracelets very much. They are pretty and shiny. I’ve always found the term tennis bracelet to be confusing. I was watching OC housewives and was further confused when she said her husband had just given her a tennis bracelet because it was studded with a million diamonds and I alwasy thought of them as cheap. Thank you.

Posted By Amy On 03.30.2009 @ 3:53 pm

I LOVE THE SUBWAY. The one time I was on it was in Washington, D.C. for a closeup trip. APparently it’s one of the nicest ones. I remember when my friend and I rode it by ourselves and got smooshed between all the other passengers. It was crowded that day. I remember liking the feeling of being close to everyone and hearing their conversations. As if their lives were my own.

Posted By Amy On 03.26.2009 @ 5:12 am

Tape can be used for wallets and fixing things it’s also totally useful for watching videos and stuff I miss the days when we used vhs tapes, they were super way more sturdy than the other things.

It’s funny how movie stars think it’s awesome to make sex tapes. Paris Hilton anyone? Yeah I thought so.

Posted By Amy On 03.25.2009 @ 9:24 am

There are so many different kinds of tape that I don’t think I’ll have the time to mention all of them. Of course, there is Scotch tape and video tape and duct tape and masking tape and painters tape and I could go on and on but the time is running out on this happy little writing exercise so I’ll have to stop now.

Posted By amy On 03.25.2009 @ 8:43 am

tape recorders have completely gone out of style. Tapes are now things of the past. Things our parents listened too, and hide in boxes at yard sales. No one uses them.

Posted By amy On 03.24.2009 @ 3:00 pm

pirates’ treasure chests are what come to my mind first when I think of reward. After that, the reward of a hard days work, or the reward of the game won. Then there is the old wanted posters..wanted, dead or alive, reward $10,0000.

So who knows what rewards the day may bring..at least in my own imagination.

Posted By Amy On 03.22.2009 @ 5:25 pm