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The stuff that ends up ground into my kitchen floor. My driveway. Currently covered with ice — saving my floor — until springtime when the ice melts.

Posted By Julie On 12.30.2008 @ 11:51 am

Denile is one of human natures biggest defects. It’s the heart of faulty marriages broken hearts and lost friendships. Denile is deception. So why deny? It’s lying to yourself, and that causes you to lie to everyone around you.

Posted By julie On 11.27.2008 @ 9:42 am

I slowly picked at the bandage not wanting to pull it off. I always get the chills right before, remembering the feeling of ripping the skin that is about to occur. You laugh like it’s a game. I know once I do it, I’ll be fine. I know, that. I always know that. It’s just pushing myself to do it. To step over that bridge. Going is the hardest part.

Posted By Julie On 01.01.2009 @ 11:38 pm

i belong to you, you should belong to me. you heart is else where, always distant, always hard to follow. i wish i could find you now, find you in a place we both belong. we could be happy. we could be home. we could find comfort in each other.

Posted By Julie On 12.14.2008 @ 8:32 pm

Belong. I belong nowhere. What is belonging? Is it where you fit in? Is belonging a sense of acceptance…where you feel comfortable?

Posted By Julie On 12.13.2008 @ 5:15 pm

I remember my grandparents and staying the night at their house when I was a child. My grandmother would make “tea” (hot chocolate) in the most beautiful teapot that my grandfather brought back from Japan. Then, whe would pull out the bed in the “davenport” in the back bedroom/laundry room for us to sleep. It was so much fun and such great memories.

Posted By Julie On 02.01.2009 @ 11:56 am

I used to be called princess by my grandfather untill I became sexual then he called me a scar on the family

Posted By Julie On 01.25.2009 @ 5:13 pm

“I hate him,” Princess Rosalie yelled in rage. Her parents had just informed her that she would be marrying Prince William. He was rich and handsome, but incredibly crass.

Posted By Julie On 01.25.2009 @ 3:18 pm

There once was a princess named Sophia. She was really unattractive. She was mean too. No one liked her, but they had to pretend to. It was pretty sad actually. She was only mean b/c her parents were. That’s life. At least she was rich.

Posted By Julie On 01.25.2009 @ 3:16 pm

TODAY is a day of grat promise and great change. The world as we know it has taken a new direction built on a foundation of hope and trust. TODAY is the day that each of us will decide if we will participate, if we will follow or try to lead, if we will carry the message to others

Posted By Julie On 01.20.2009 @ 10:54 am

favorite movies are the best you can watch them over & over again & they never seem to get old. who doesn’t like a good movie? what’s best is your favorite. it’s like watching it for the first time all over again (except you know all the quotes). one of my personal favorites is ocean’s eleven.

Posted By julie On 01.13.2009 @ 8:12 am

Fingerprints are unique and indiviual to one person in the whole world. It makes the world feel like a big place. Fingerprints can identfy you from everyone else. The intriqute lines that can turn into art.

Posted By Julie On 04.02.2009 @ 6:45 pm

she grabed her purse containing all of her possions that ment most to her. she dropped it suddendly because of what she saw across the street. IT was there. IT was following her. her worst enemy. this is what she feared most.

Posted By julie On 04.01.2009 @ 4:25 pm

one word to tell someone how you feel one word to express your emotions. one word could change everything and sometimes it really does. this one word could change lives and it will. somewhere. somehow. it will.

Posted By julie On 03.30.2009 @ 7:17 pm

bracelets are pretty cool i really like them one time ihad a breacelet it rules

Posted By julie On 03.30.2009 @ 4:23 pm

beloved is a band that i used to listen to. it reminds me of this kid joseph that is really awesome and probabaly one of the best kids that i know. i wish he could be around more often but i’m so busy with school and such. i’ve been so tired lately. i dont know what else to write about but my room mate just game me M&m’s. they’re good and peanut.

Posted By julie On 03.29.2009 @ 9:27 pm

I am always out of scotch tape. Always. And I always seem to need it at the most inopportune times. I need it to tape my research paper together because I lost my stapler. Or I need it to tape signs that say “you will not graduate unless you finish philosophy” around the house.

Posted By Julie On 03.24.2009 @ 8:43 pm

Sun shiny days sometimes take my by surprise. I don’t ever, well, almost never expect for them to really be as nice as they are. Sometimes though, like when I’m with him, they make me glow – bright and shiny.

Posted By Julie On 03.20.2009 @ 11:10 pm

I feel like I am on a life grid. Walking each street and feeling that if I fall off the grid no one will see that I have fallen.

Posted By julie On 03.20.2009 @ 10:43 am

the blocks stared me in the face as I tried to figure out what to do next. I walked around the block . . . so boring that the city is laid out in such a fashion. I miss the streets in Holland, where the next turn is unpredictable and nothing is set in stone. City grids are just so dull and depressing. Boring.

Posted By Julie On 03.19.2009 @ 10:09 pm

The key doesn’t always work the way it’s supposed to. Some things insist upon staying locked. Like minds. Minds stay almost perpertually locked. Until they aren’t. Then they’re open and we aren’t people anymore. We’re something else. Something bigger. Something more. We’re unlocked. Open.

Posted By Julie On 03.18.2009 @ 3:46 pm

How can you be specific when you have nothing specific on your mind. My mind is flowing with all sorts of ideas. I am thinking of Harry Potter and drug dealers and my dog and my room mate and how dirty my haouse is.

Posted By Julie On 03.16.2009 @ 12:34 pm

fragment

Posted By julie On 04.08.2010 @ 8:01 am

I had a red scarf that granny gave me when I was little. Wore it all the time.

Posted By julie On 07.20.2008 @ 10:38 am

A penny for your thoughts? Why so cheap? Are thoughts so meaningless? Perhaps some are while others are priceless. Do you give away your thoughts so cheaply? Sometimes.

Posted By julie On 09.17.2009 @ 8:19 am

i sit in the dark, wondering why the darker corners of my eyes are hidden away. the tears waver and my breath shakes. how am i to continue when all I see is hate.

Posted By julie On 09.12.2009 @ 6:44 pm

dead or alive cowboy story? no too stupid now the kids are going to think they haVE to write a out story ideas here they don’t…how many questions about that will i have field shoot – wanted dead or alive….

Posted By Julie On 09.09.2009 @ 3:21 am

wanted: more energy, more time, more motivation, more intelligence, more organizational skills, not more clutter.

Posted By julie On 09.08.2009 @ 3:07 pm

It is hard for me to know what he meant. He was always going on and on about so many things. His seriousness used to send me directly into frustration. How do you read a person like that?

Posted By Julie On 01.04.2009 @ 9:16 am

Of course he never cared! Why would he? It was always in my mind, how I did for him and he never did anything for me.. I was bitter by it, I couldn’t help it. That’s why that night I couldn’t stand it anymore. I did something I wish I hadn’t and something I’ll never forget.

Posted By Julie On 12.17.2008 @ 10:41 am