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Theyre round and empty unless filled with wine. wine is my favorite, i like white wine the most. I wonder what i’ts like to stomp on grapes to make wine, do your feet get all sticky and gross? Or would you like to lick the bottoms of your toes?

Posted By Bria On 01.01.2013 @ 1:23 pm

i dont even know that this word means so i can’t really write about it… ha thats sucks is the next word up yet? This kinda reminds of artillery like artillery shell.

Posted By Bria On 07.14.2012 @ 3:40 pm

A bucket is an object in which you can hold something. Anything! Water, oil, any liquid, really! Usually, it’s a liquid that you put in a bucket, but it could be a solid too, I suppose. Buckets can also be beat upon to make a drum. You could put together a BAND of buckets!

Posted By Bria On 07.08.2012 @ 1:03 pm

When I was young I had three pairs of overalls. Two pairs were denim, and another was corduroy. The corduroy one was my favorite. It was pink, just like every little girls’ favorite color. When I was in second grade, though, someone called the corduroy overalls stupid, and I stopped wearing them. I haven’t since.

Posted By Bria On 07.07.2012 @ 9:25 pm

We used to have a modem at home. I thought it worked pretty nice. It was small, black, with little green lights. When I was small, I’d turn the thing on, with the computer, and I’d watch the lights flash orange, then flash green, then solid green. This would be accompanied by the loud sound of my computer turning on.

Posted By Bria On 07.04.2012 @ 5:51 pm

something my 13 yr old does too much of I mean really how much can you say about the same subject and why is it always the same thing over and over and over again I mean really change the subject

Posted By Bria On 06.08.2012 @ 3:27 pm

Polka dots. Typical old man bowtie. Except this man is no typical old man. This man lived through WWII; he has seen the good and the bad in our world, the worst of the worst. And yet, he has hope. He has hope for people and for this generation, the generation everyone says is beyond repair. This old man has hope for the hopeless generation.

We are not as hopeless as you think.

Posted By Bria On 03.15.2012 @ 5:54 pm

I’m concerned about the people in this society. Why do they do the things they do, why do they act like monkeys. I wish we could go back in time to when we used our brains.

Posted By Bria On 09.18.2011 @ 11:23 am

“Elise Day, congratulations!!! Please come forward and receive your trophy.” Elise couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it was unbelievable. When she uncertainly made her way to the stage she said nervously, “Uh- Thank you….Sir…I don’t know what to say!” “Then say nothing, Miss Day, it is our pleasure!” And with that the day was concluded.

Posted By Bria On 07.18.2011 @ 7:17 pm

curiosity killed the cat. curious george, curiouser and curiouser. im watching dr. who and im curious about the universe. C.U.R.I.O.U.S!

Posted By bria On 05.16.2011 @ 8:07 pm

Staggering through the wasteland, I found myself only half alive. I had been through everything – wolves, snakes, cacti, even a few platypuses- to get here. Yes, right here. I didn’t really know where here was, but doggone I was here.

Posted By Bria On 05.13.2011 @ 2:54 pm

She sends the door flying as she walks into the room. I looked up, stunned by the sudden noise, but not at all surprised by her appearance. She surveys my room, grabs a book from my nightstand, and leaves. I get up and close the door. Then I start scheming. I hear her footsteps. She is approaching my door, ready to swing it open. I can almost see her, pushing with her arm, and then walking right into the unmoved (and undamaged) door. Wham! Haha! Success!

Posted By Bria On 04.28.2011 @ 2:06 pm

piecing it together and left in the dark. left with no answers. i’ll leave it for now and come back to it later.

Posted By Bria On 04.24.2011 @ 9:35 pm

in my warm cozy coma i can stare at you all day long. no one has to be around but you. a lofty tune and a sincere voice telling me everything is going to be okay. we could stay like this for days.

Posted By Bria On 04.18.2011 @ 9:19 pm

its sticky and sweet and sinful. it’s trickling from the corners of my mouth. the thickest, wettest stuff. i feel drunk and tired. i could go to sleep to this.

Posted By Bria On 04.15.2011 @ 11:32 am

i’m driven to madness when i think about the consequences. i’m risking too much. i go insane, over-analyzing myself to a point no average person would achieve. i’m asking for trouble. i did this to myself.

Posted By Bria On 04.15.2011 @ 1:15 am

so severe could sever my head off. everything is too fucking tense. your eyes are beedy and hard, like the seeds of a thorny bush er something. casting judgement. feeling tense as fuck. you make me nervous. you never stop.

Posted By Bria On 04.13.2011 @ 10:09 pm

all i own are biographies. particularly those of comedians. russell brands, sarah silvermans, recently tina feys. when i’m not reading those i read blogs. i don’t want a fairytale, i want to know secrets.

Posted By Bria On 04.11.2011 @ 4:01 pm

i am your pavlov forever. you could ring my bell and i would leap bounds to get to you. tummy aches and salivates. hungry for what i’ve been deprived.

Posted By Bria On 04.10.2011 @ 9:39 pm

She was trusted by everyone, but still, was that enough? Power, she thought, I want power. That was when it happened Dan fell to the floor and breathed his last. She screamed then ran to his side as she said, “No, Dan, you must not die! I need you…” Tears streamed down her face but he did not come back. He was dead and she couldn’t change that.

Posted By Bria On 03.30.2011 @ 5:16 pm

Im almost happy. Until you treat me like that. Im almost ready to be done with you for good then some how you bring me right back. im stuck in this cycle and im almost out. Almost isn’t good enough for me anymore. i promise you i WILL be happy. I WILL find someone better. but for now, im almost there..

Posted By bria On 03.08.2011 @ 10:49 am

where am i? oh yes, oneword.com. this is definetley an outlet. an outlet for my non-existant creative energy. i have 60 seconds to feel inspired, and then i have to stop because that’s all they allow and then i have no idea what to do with myself anymore. fuck, the timer is almost out

Posted By Bria On 02.21.2011 @ 4:52 pm

The first thing that I thought of was the smell of the perfume that I wear everyday….but now I’m thinking about the way I smell. The smell that Tai loves so much. He tells me that I smell good, but I don’t believe him. But the fact that he likees the way I smell makes me smile.

Posted By Bria On 02.09.2011 @ 9:40 am

importantly toned, well known kept in tact and reread as a matter of fact trained not like an athlete for track trained trained just like a man who knows what he lacks trained trained

Posted By bria On 02.25.2009 @ 5:34 pm

Which is worse ignorance or apathy. I don’t know and I don’t care…

Posted By Bria On 08.19.2008 @ 10:10 am

Frosty’s eyes were made of Coal. Poor poor snowman, never let on he was blind. They gouged his eyes out one evening ’cause they ran out of fossil fuels.

Posted By Bria On 08.13.2008 @ 7:55 pm

the folds of a vagina! my aren’t there plenty! in fact, its common for a girl to get confused with her own anatomy. for instance grade nine, kendra in my class asked “HOW MANY HOLES ARE DOWN THERE?” and yeah. That was pathetic. My teacher said “Guess”. She said 10.

Posted By Bria On 12.01.2009 @ 3:34 pm

i’m acting at school, i’m hollywood style, oscar worthy. i love justin bieber and i love uggs and i love mocha lattes….not. i love fucking vintage threads and punk rawk bitch.

Posted By Bria On 11.13.2009 @ 9:42 pm

all these fucking hipsters that go to my school get those fucking braided shits and are like “YOO HOO I AM RETRO AND COOL” fuck me with a chainsaw bitch!! i wish i could pull off a headband :( they’re cute when done right. fuck my life this one word is shit shit shit. fucccccckkkkk

Posted By Bria On 11.09.2009 @ 8:32 pm

when i was in my crazy occult phase there was one thing that drove me insane- in a good way. fucking incense. so good. the best scent is sandalwood, although i like the marijuana ones and the ‘sress relief’ one haha. why did they call it that? why not a pretty scent name? wtf. but anyhow i still love that over any fucking candle.

Posted By Bria On 11.08.2009 @ 6:05 pm