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The Playground is somewhere many people look back and think about their memories. Many are good, some are bad but it is often where people made their first friends and their friendships grew around there.

Posted By Caitlin On 09.27.2011 @ 12:23 pm

An average day, an average woman, in an average life= me! Average is such a horrible word. It brings up all these “not good enough” feelings. When really it should just tell you “you’re ok!” Well, that was just an average idea……

Posted By Caitlin On 09.15.2011 @ 4:59 pm

My account is empty. I filled it with 250 only a week ago, but I have spent it all. There’s a bill due on the 26th, and I’m not at all sure how I’ll pay it. Wing it, I guess.

Posted By Caitlin On 09.14.2011 @ 10:43 pm

A group of people gathered together for a common purpose. A gathering intended to inspire or create enthusiasm for a specific cause. A rally could also be an exchange of play in a sport such as tennis or volleyball.

Posted By caitlin On 09.13.2011 @ 6:29 pm

The helicopter hovered over the landing pad before finally returning to the ground with a swift thud. We had finally arrived in the Amazon. I did not know what to expect as I exited the helicopter, leaving behind all first world technology and heading into a world that was completely foreign.

Posted By Caitlin On 09.12.2011 @ 11:03 am

Silk is regal. It is majestic, and it is heroic. It is the fabric of royalty, of greatness. It has been sacrificed for, and thus made an incredible substance.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.24.2011 @ 7:17 am

I like to think that at the bottom of quicksand pits is a place made of gold and silver. Nothing is sad or depressing, the air is soaked with pure optimism. I wish I were there, not here.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.22.2011 @ 3:29 pm

Granted, the use of poison was a little beneath him. It was far too cowardly a weapon. But given the circumstances, he assumed the higher-ups would overlook its use.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.22.2011 @ 1:16 am

Alice picked up the bottle not knowing if it were to help her escape the room in which she was trapped or if it was to poison her…going against her better judgement she pressed the small vial to her lips and allowed herself to continue on down the rabbit hole….

Posted By caitlin On 08.21.2011 @ 8:30 pm

crazy people in old day when they would try and kill their kings and nobles. poison is also the passion of

Posted By caitlin On 08.21.2011 @ 8:20 pm

when someone is longing for someone? this is hard. When you’ve not had someone there that you’re used to having there and it’s killing you inside.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.20.2011 @ 9:15 am

When I was a child we used to drive up to see my mother’s side of the family up in Maryland. We lived in Florida, and so did a good deal of the rest of my family, so I was essentially driving to see a family I never really knew and never would come to know. When we would drive, we would use our high beams in the woods, and I remember feeling so terrified by the idea that something might pop out of the woods. One day, something did. A deer, like a bat in the night, dashed in front of the car and broke our windshield. Something once so sweet and comforting, made dangerous and terrifying in an instant.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.18.2011 @ 5:56 pm

All our lives, we are taught to aim for this goal. We go to school, our parents tell us to do our homework. We sign up for sports, our parents tell us to practice. We graduate high school, our parents tell us to go to college. We go to college, our parents tell us to pick a good major. We graduate, our parents tell us to get a job. Finally, we move back home with them. That’ll show them.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.17.2011 @ 1:51 pm

again two times maybe more do over try again right now tomorrow the day after the same thing again maybe again after that again and again and again keep doing it all the same things just keep doing them again dont stop dont stop again and again and again keep doing it twice three times keep going

Posted By caitlin On 08.17.2011 @ 10:34 am

it5s to do with doing rthings twice and vbbeing bored and royuin and i cant spell vvdgwefgthm saee it’s alwfal i vcant breath

Posted By Caitlin On 08.16.2011 @ 1:22 pm

a small piece of string used to connect, a scrap of cloth, an idea, a stream of conscious log of memes. i see it as blue, led by a sharp shining needle along its woven path.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.15.2011 @ 5:19 pm

i need to be more flexible – like an elastic band. although when i think about elastic bands i think about how they break or how they’re never around when i need them to be – to get my hair off my neck. but having an extra elastic is one of the best things in the world – it’s relief. from a hot day or hair that i havent cut. of course, being elastic also means bending without breaking.. something i think i’m good at but will never be good enough at. i’m the elastic band that bends and bends and bends and then snaps… and goes flying across the room and you cant tie it back together or use it again. i need to be the kind that is long lasting, the one that you’ll wear around your wrist forever.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.11.2011 @ 9:29 am

relaxing time to think for my self sorta fun driving fast on the edge but need to be careful loving life don’t know where to go don’t care just going getting lost down a familiar route memories with friends wild time and laughs road trip!!

Posted By caitlin On 08.09.2011 @ 1:47 pm

on the brink, finding nothing but time. so close to something without being able to explain what that “something” is. why cant i stop thinking about it, why cant i just let happy be happy. I need out of this place, the usual excuse. maybe i just need a change. but is this change just going back to the old beginning? who cares. i love him.

Posted By caitlin On 08.08.2011 @ 11:27 pm

The brush hit softly against the canvas, paint transferring from the former to the latter. Creating splotches, then shapes, then a scene. More brush strokes. And then, a masterpiece.

Posted By caitlin On 08.07.2011 @ 10:47 pm

maybe someday, someone will find the key to my locked heart. i locked it very tight after all, and someone will have to work really, very hard in order to find the key. only i know where it is, and how to reach it. anyone willing to try hard enough will find it, but that doesn’t mean ill be as easy to give it up so fast. you must be brave, trustworthy, a good listener, a comedian… maybe i’ll give it up. maybe i wont… it is something that can only be told in time.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.05.2011 @ 11:28 am

i locked the door, quietly and quickly. i could hear the intruders down stairs. rifling threw my draws and closest, throwing whatever voluble’s they could find in a bag. i grabbed the nearest phone and drew quickly to my closet.

Posted By Caitlin On 08.05.2011 @ 11:21 am

Working under people who have no time for you. Don’t care that there’s no money in your register, don’t care that you can’t scan an item. Only worry about the face of the business and getting paid. At least there’s the occasional nice one.

Posted By caitlin On 08.04.2011 @ 11:49 pm

The days of endless gaming. Road trips where I would never be without my DS. Getting coins, levelling up and collecting mushrooms. An only child, alone in the backseat, except for my friend Mario.

Posted By caitlin On 08.04.2011 @ 12:44 am

I’m on my last level right now..or it seems like it anyway. i really don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I keep thinking the answers are going to come to me when I need them to…but I really think that I’m just at the end of my rope. I need to get my act together if I want to make something good happen. i have to get myself some more lives if I want to continue on in the game of life.

Posted By caitlin On 08.03.2011 @ 3:35 pm

Boiling, something you do with eggs if you want a warm..slushy..gooey..nasty breakfast…except on easter! I felt like I was boiling up inside when my boss told me I was a complete waste of time after I quitted because they were total douchebags. Come to think of it..I really wanted to say something back to them…but I guess I’m the bigger person.

Posted By caitlin On 08.02.2011 @ 7:56 pm

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Posted By caitlin On 07.28.2011 @ 10:34 pm

Funny. Fun. So many guys I know. To find delight in something, to tickle the funny bone.

Posted By caitlin On 07.28.2011 @ 4:38 pm

amuse me amuse her amuse him amuse us amuse them amuse us all but most importantly amuse yourself for you are the one that amuses everyone else.

Posted By Caitlin On 07.28.2011 @ 3:55 pm

Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.

Posted By Caitlin On 07.25.2011 @ 11:55 pm