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This word has a funny spelling. I know that my students talk about it in science and that it has to do with the type of land that is used. Other then that I do not know. Land could be rocky, hilly, flat, etc. This is all that I know about this topic.skdjfksldjfksldjfklsdjfklPosted By Kristy On 03.10.2013 @ 8:26 am
since i was little i thought being grown up meant i would never cry or throw up again. I was wrong, it is a curse that lasts a lifetime. I have cried too much the first half of my life, I will not cry over the same crap during the second half. Why do things happen the way they do? Why am I so naive?Posted By Kristy On 10.13.2012 @ 11:43 pm
Despite his good looks, his charm, and his connection to Mitch, Natalie just couldn’t bring herself to love Albright. She had tried, even incorporated Julie and Mr. Monk, but to no avail. She knew why. She knew it was because her heart already belonged to someone, someone who could measure up to Mitch Teeger, like no other man had been able to do. Her boss. Mr. Monk. Adrian Monk. Despite his idiosyncrasies she loved him, and had for a long time.Posted By kristy On 09.18.2012 @ 2:14 pm
Keys jangle in the lock, then, a click. My wife flounces into the living room, all tits and diamonds and flamboyant silk. The front door slams, and an infernal wail starts up from the baby’s cot.
Then, a high-pitched chirrup. “My darlings!”
For a second, I allow myself the delusion that her exclamation is directed toward me.
“My dear, dear little darlings!” Ignoring the baby’s cries, she scoops up the two wriggling, yapping bundles of fur at her feet and continues her senseless prattle. “Did you miss your mommy, mmm? Oh you did! Oh, you are such good little boys!” She kisses the wet, sloppy tongues of her Chihuahuas.
I pick my drink up, and trudge over to the bawling child. I didn’t sign up for this. I never wanted to be nothing more than a wallet and a babysitter.Posted By Kristy On 08.31.2012 @ 12:30 am
I don’t get it. I don’t get the idea of a book, selling you things and telling you what to do with your life. Everyone else seems to be fine with that, though. Damn sheep-people. Buy this, do that, dress like this, wear this on a certain month but not the next. Yes sir, of course sir, you’re absolutely right. What a fool I was to think I could live without what you tell me I can’t. Come on.
I want a life without rules. I don’t need that kind of restriction. I do what I want. Everyone else telling me what to think can go to hell.Posted By Kristy On 08.28.2012 @ 11:01 pm
I like to think about concepts, but often none will come. When you try too hard your mind just empties and the clouds roll in to fog your thoughts. When you really find a good concept it is not by choice, merely a flicker of thoughts that comes into full bloom unwarranted.Posted By Kristy On 08.13.2012 @ 2:00 am
The losses that incurred during the beginning of the year really hurt our business. We didn’t know if we were going to be able to make it through the rest of the year. With the impact the scandal had on us, we lost almost a million dollars. There was no way we could bounce back from such a hit.Posted By Kristy On 07.30.2012 @ 11:25 pm
I stared at the earrings he placed in my palm. “This are gorgeous, Paul, but I can’t take them.” Slowly, I folded them back into his hand. He bore a look of confusion “What? Why not?” “Because… I’ve been cheating on you… With your brother.” Paul looked shocked for a moment before the anger set in.Posted By Kristy On 04.17.2012 @ 7:55 pm
So intimidating! I so prefer the Sicilian style- you just gather all your family and friends, and throw together whatever is fresh, in season, at the market. More mouths to feed? Bulk it out with another scoop of pasta, some more lentils, another vegetable dish. No one ever goes hungry. Low stress, high satisfaction.Posted By Kristy On 03.10.2012 @ 7:12 pm
I need more of this in my life. It signifies effort- not taking the easy road, but striving and reaching and yearning. It is the transferring of desire to reality. It is a realisation. The more I sweat, the more I am respecting myself, by believing that I. Am. Worth. More. Than. This.Posted By Kristy On 03.03.2012 @ 4:13 pm
suppose i say to you that this is right or this is wrong. i’m not sure but suppose is so subjective. it says something like well i think this or that but it’s not saying the actual thing. it’s getting away from what you’re really saying and trying to compose something that will help you understand or agree with. i’m not sure what i’m writing about but suppose i’m saying to you that this whole thing makes sense. get it? it’s a steal away from reality. what a tease. suppose is a word that will always remind you that imagination will skew your reality.Posted By Kristy On 10.03.2011 @ 5:13 pm
Convinced, Definition: Truly sure of many things. Use: “Alright, you’ve convinced me.” Like in the way I’m convinced I was lied to when they said the sky is blue, or the way I’m convinced that my new kitten understands everything I’m saying, or the way I’m convinced that I love the gentle changing of the seasons or the way that I’m convinced that I love soft breezes, dawn to dusk, and you. Convinced, Definition: Me. Use: “I love you.”Posted By kristy On 09.23.2011 @ 7:45 pm
I walked down the avenue, searching. For what? I hadn’t yet figured that out. All I knew is that whatever I was looking for was somewhere on this street, I need only look hard enough. I didn’t know how long I had to look, or where, or even when, but I would walk up and down the sidewalk a hundred times a day if necessary. This avenue held all the answers I needed. If only I knew the questions.Posted By Kristy On 08.31.2011 @ 12:20 pm
i just wrote about this.. so i think it’ll be a little easier the second time around.. i think that people need punishment in their pives.. to seperate you from the things your aloud to to and the things your not… you should not “not” do seomthign cause you fear the consequence of being punished. but it should help open your eyes to the boundries of life and i think how you are punished as a kid has a strong influence on how you think of punishment once you get older.Posted By Kristy On 08.14.2011 @ 7:40 pm
my predictions never quite come true. when i was young i had a prediction there was something just a little bit special about me. i’m still waiting to find out what it is. i predicted that you still loved me even though you left for her. once again, still waiting. all of my predictions lead to me waiting around for things that will never happen, it’s hard to live when you’re constantly waiting for things to happen to you instead of going out and getting them done.
that’s why my flight leaves in 10 minutes.Posted By kristy On 06.21.2011 @ 7:33 am