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High heels. They were blue suede. They were higher than any she had considered before. Would she look like a hooker? Would she look trendy? What would she wear them with? They were $5. What harm could it do if at the very least they would just sit in her closet, alone…waiting to be worn? She tried them on one last time.

Posted By Julie On 03.15.2011 @ 4:14 pm

A tall lady walked down the new york street in her red high heels. As she passed me by I heard her smirk at me. I stopped her. “What’s your problem?” I asked her.

Posted By Julie On 03.15.2011 @ 2:01 pm

As i wandered aimlessly down the old dusty road i wondered if anyone else were feeling as lonely as i was right now. i thought about everyone who had lost someone important in their life and cried for their sorrow.

Posted By Julie On 03.14.2011 @ 5:38 pm

I am obsessed with my cat Friend, moving out of my parents’ house and most of all, becoming the Julie who I’ll be able to say “damn she’s cool. What an amazing woman.” Also obsessed with tv, my ipod and looking good.

Posted By Julie On 03.13.2011 @ 8:09 am

i am confused. am i supposed to be writing about the word, “statement?” how strange?! but i am worried that i will most likely not have enough time to write anything of worth. But i think this is a cool concept…whatever the meaning behind it may be. i feel like i will figure it out soon enough, am i right? :) i think so. im always right. statement.

Posted By Julie On 03.10.2011 @ 12:26 pm

Almost, I have heard that word far too many times tio have it matter to me any more. Almost got a date tonight, almost cooked dinner well. Almost is too much of a cop out. I don’t think that any one can ever really almost do anything. Except almost be

Posted By Julie On 03.08.2011 @ 10:25 am

as i swept the floors in the mansion i realized where he was hiding and slipped out of sight of the mistress. i waited for any sign of him in the garden. sitting upon a boulder shaped into a rock carving. i longed for his touch

Posted By Julie On 03.06.2011 @ 11:30 pm

Details that describe what is needed, wanted, and whatever else there is to be specific about.

Posted By Julie On 03.03.2011 @ 1:45 am

The smell of bleach stung her nose as she slopped a rag over the mustard yellow Formica table top. These were the same tables she had sat at when she went to school here. She tried not to think about it, but couldn’t help but wonder if the poor bastard who had been the janitor here when she attended had the same malicious thoughts about her and her classmates as she did of the little bastards that went to school here today. . .

Posted By Julie On 02.25.2011 @ 4:58 pm

Hello, how do i know if im doing this right? Well I must be to write till the purple bar stops moving. wow this is fun. I believe its better then Ice cream.

Posted By julie On 02.24.2011 @ 8:04 am

Somebody had once told her she hadn’t lived until she had eaten mangoes naked and let juice drip down her arms. Too bad mangoes tasted like dirt and that hippy bullshit didn’t impress her. She couldn’t see that being one of the regrets that snuck up on her as she lay on her deathbed. If she ever did decide to eat a mango, it would be fully clothed and most likely leaning over a sink, thank you very much.

Posted By Julie On 02.22.2011 @ 8:35 pm

i went to the outlet mall and there I left all of my emotions.

Posted By Julie On 02.22.2011 @ 11:11 am

He tried to kill himself with a flare gun, like that kid in “Breakfast Club”. Except it didn’t go off in his locker, it went off in his hand, pointed at his face. Now he’s lying in a hospital bed with cherry pie filling for a face. It seemed cruel to her as she sat in her car in the hospital parking lot, it he hadn’t wanted to live before, how must he feel now?

Posted By Julie On 02.16.2011 @ 12:58 pm

She has flare. I mean, this girl’s got more outfits than any woman ought to own. Red skirts, blue skirts, even golden skirts. Shorts, skirts, culotts, knee socks; you name it, she owns it!

Posted By Julie On 02.16.2011 @ 11:31 am

I just spoke to a Brazilian about this. She calls herself Kakau – Portuguese for chocolate. Her boyfriend does, too. She thinks it’s one of the only things that are truly universal. She’s that kind of person, effusive and bright, to be seduced by something dark, thick…

Posted By Julie On 02.15.2011 @ 9:03 pm

it’s yummy and delicious and fabulous and menstruation happiness and fabulous. it’s heart warming and fuzzy and lovable. it’s the perfect ending to a bad day. it just solves all of your problems in one amazing bite. and it’s like a friend that will never leave. and a bonding experie

Posted By Julie On 02.15.2011 @ 6:32 pm

Chocolate is ok. I’m not a huge fan of it, it’s too warm and melty… and sickeningly sweet. It’s a bit of a disappointment when I get it as a gift. It reminds me of Christmas and Valentine’s Day, except when I think of those holidays I think more of the fake, cheap chocolate than the real good stuff.

Posted By julie On 02.15.2011 @ 12:38 pm

charge my phone. i probably should do that tonight. i do everynight htough. haha. sometimes i wish someone else was incharge of my life. because then i wouldn’t have to be in control,and i wouldnt mess up , and less responsablity. i wouldn’t do the wrong thing. because i wouldn’t be the one making the choices. i think i just don’t want to grow up.

Posted By Julie On 02.12.2011 @ 10:25 pm

fragrance fragrance frangrance, yummm! Cotton Candy and carmelized pop corn; why didn’t the men smell like that rather than sweat and turpentine? Lilacs are purple and so is her spirit, soaring, lifting on the wind

Posted By Julie On 02.09.2011 @ 7:48 am

Her fragrance was purple bone china with little gold wisps of light strung through like pearls. Amazing, exhilirating, and mysterious to be sure. A fine china lady with mystery was Ja-ling in her moment that day….That was long ago.

Posted By Julie On 02.09.2011 @ 7:46 am

smell spray taste delicious part of the people’s sence ability to see world with nose

Posted By Julie On 02.08.2011 @ 1:38 pm

I was alarmed to learn that I was not the only girl in his life. Alarmed to know that I wasn’t going to have my way with him. Not that i intended anything immoral. I just wanted to marry him, that was all. And now she came along and ruined everything.

Posted By Julie On 02.07.2011 @ 8:41 pm

The sound that takes me from my slumber. I want you to go away yet i want you to stay. It’s such a curse yet a blessing. I want you gone so my rest may continue, yet i want you there to start my day. What a strange idea. Something you hate so much yet still need.

Posted By Julie On 02.07.2011 @ 2:21 pm

I don’t want to be on pills. i hate that my mood is determined by medicine. I like that i don’t have to take them anymore. i’m proud of myself that i am not on any anymore. but it was a hard journey to stop.

Posted By julie On 02.06.2011 @ 9:46 pm

Pills are fun, but an addiction to pills is for weal people. I mean, a strong person in need of a vice will become addicted to heroine, or take their drug in some overtly destructive way. Pills are easy. Taking a pill is an act of weakness.

Posted By Julie On 02.06.2011 @ 4:26 pm

the fat controller in thomas the tank engine is a fat man, fat with black clothes, a black suit, i dont know if people like him, coz he’s fat and he controlls, but he has a nice voice, is it ringo star’s voice? I know ringo star created Thomas the tank engine…i think,,,what do I know. I am a controller.

Posted By julie On 02.06.2011 @ 4:11 am

A darkroom is a place where you can develop photographs. I always thought it would be pretty cool to be able to use a darkroom. I like photography a lot. Digital photography is pretty awesome because you can take a ton of pictures and keep your cousins busy with your camera. BUT, I kind of wish I still had a regular camera so I could use a darkroom with the red lights.

Posted By Julie On 02.02.2011 @ 4:02 pm

photos that breathe life and build character. a room to be alone and ponder why my memories are lacking in vivaciousness. a peaceful serenity awakes me.

Posted By Julie On 02.02.2011 @ 10:28 am

There it was in front of her. Her masterpiece in print. They misspelled her name on the top of the article. Simultaniously happy and annoyed.

Posted By Julie On 01.30.2011 @ 4:42 pm

Her memories played like an old film reel in her mind, black and white, skipping in places and some scenes lost all together. She remembered, burnt spoons, and traffic lights, the blur of the city as it passed her glassy eyes. And last, a stain on the basement floor that would forever mark where a friendship ended.

Posted By Julie On 01.25.2011 @ 6:14 pm