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I just finished watching a hockey game and I procrastinated the whole weekend. I left everything for the last minute. This reminds me to never leave homework for the last day so i wouldn’t get stuck in a similar situation.

Posted By nick On 11.07.2010 @ 6:50 pm

the world is one. I’m on a stage with many actors and no happy ending. life is made up of stages.

Posted By nick On 11.02.2010 @ 1:41 pm

The shore was a very nice place to be when you’re bored. I sometimes go there when I just want to be alone…Most see it as a place to have sex and party, but there is an innocence there that some do find and hold dear.

Posted By Nick On 10.25.2010 @ 3:48 pm

Warmth among those who choose to wear their cold thin dress. I remember the times when I used to think Dad was stronger in these shirts. More of a man.

Posted By Nick On 10.12.2010 @ 10:04 pm

stripes bursting throught lefts and rights perfect grid entraps all that enter lines tell you where to go and what to wear don’t follow them lumberjacks

Posted By nick On 10.12.2010 @ 7:48 pm

giraffes can go for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

Posted By Nick On 10.06.2010 @ 3:41 pm

The new strollers are so much more hi-tech than the old one’s. Are kids more hi-tech? No, so why the hell do we need $400 strollers? The stroller conglomerate mafia is getting stronger everyday.

Posted By Nick On 09.07.2010 @ 12:34 pm

The wind whistled through the forgotten branches and fallen leaves on the trail on which I now walked… walked away from where I once called home. Away from her. Away from everyone.

Posted By Nick On 09.01.2010 @ 1:38 pm

The loft that Mary lived in was small, but it gave her the comfort she always expected. It was plain, easy to maintain; no more would she have to deal with strange hotel rooms every night and the smell of unfamiliar cologne that suffocated the air about her.

It was unlike a woman of such questionable background to have ever asked the forgiveness from a priest, especially in the city. In a mausoleum of red lights, concrete, and the deathly smells of the underworld, sin runs rampant among the people. Sodom couldn’t have created a better haven for the Seven Deadlies to play. Needless to say, it was a surprise to Father Grayson that on the eve of the Easter Celebration, Mary wandered into his church.

Father Grayson and his Deacons had been busy preparing the Altar for Mass in the morning, decorating the pulpit with violet and yellow flowers that begot the atmosphere in that vaulted ceiling Church with an air of freshness and rebirth. Mary had wandered in from the hard, driving rain and stood on the back, shaking the water from her jacket and letting it sink into the aging, green carpet. She noticed that each pew had been polished by hand, delicately, with love. The sconces burned bright with halogen lights and wrapped the busy Church Ministry in a cloak of divine grace.

Mary cussed at herself for having come this far. As the poignant letter F and its successive letters came pouring from her mouth, she corked it quickly with her hand. She then dismissed the foul outburst, remembering she’d done far worse in a church before. Mary’s attention focused on Father Grayson, the man in black. His collarino was well pressed and complemented his graying head. The white collar on his shirt choked his wrinkled but muscular neck. His aged, worn face made him appear like more of a Johnny Cash then of a priest.

Posted By Nick On 08.29.2010 @ 7:49 pm

andrew and hilary live in a loft. it is great because the cats have so much room to run and be scared of people who visit and be cats. generally speaking, i think the loft is a good thing. i visited andrew and hilary with cp a few weeks back. it was great. mostly because of the company. and the cats.

Posted By nick On 08.29.2010 @ 6:45 pm

outside today it is misting. strange how the weather changes so quickly one day hot and heck and today cold and gloomy with a chance of more rain for the rest of the week. Ihope you get more rain before the end of the summer.

Posted By Nick On 08.24.2010 @ 11:15 am

SOmething rustling in the background, the land quiet and still. A man appears from the shadows and stares at me. I have no control, so I attack him. I Bring his throat to my knife and eat his heart. Take that, Death.

Posted By Nick On 08.23.2010 @ 11:00 pm

i just got this word but i guess i will write about it again cause there is nothing else to write about. when i think of the word rustling i think of the fall the leaves on the ground and so many animals trudging though the leaves

Posted By nick On 08.23.2010 @ 11:53 am

in the woods there is a bear rustling through the dry leaves on the ground. the leaves were so dry that the rustling is loud and crackling. fall has come

Posted By nick On 08.23.2010 @ 11:52 am

under the hood there was a big stove. I was under there working on fixing the stove and suddenly under me the ground

Posted By Nick On 08.20.2010 @ 7:13 pm

Not above, but underneath. Covered by shadow and shade and protected from the sun and other things above. Safety and sneakiness are ideas put forward by this word.

Posted By nick On 08.20.2010 @ 3:18 pm

Hey, look over there. I think it’s a ninja.

Wait, no… it’s a HERD of ninjas!

No, no, never mind… it’s just a convent.

Posted By Nick On 08.01.2010 @ 4:42 pm

I can’t believe it. I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life… and she lives over 700 miles away. God dammit… our similar minds just had to be born physically so far apart.

Posted By Nick On 07.30.2010 @ 12:58 pm

Dammit, man. How many times do I have to tell you, that’s not a gravestone. Miles from Dublin is a mile-marker. Now pack up… we’re leaving.

Posted By Nick On 07.30.2010 @ 12:42 pm

I was wanting cake real bad and so I decided to walk to the kitchen. I made one. It was real good so I choked down in no time flat. You see when it comes to cake I can really eat.

Posted By Nick On 07.28.2010 @ 11:51 am

its like when you cant remember something anymore, its gone but still there, but it could actually be gone but you dont know because thats it, its finished.

Posted By nick On 07.12.2010 @ 1:11 pm

Bear is my friend and a dog next to me in the cubicle that I work in. He is cute but smells a little funny. He often wants a treat, unfortunately I don’t have any. Poor Bear

Posted By Nick On 07.09.2010 @ 8:48 am

I went to the beach recently, I burned my skin to a red hot crisp. One would think when Hitler decided we were the master race, he’d have taken into consideration the sun. I guess not.

Posted By Nick On 06.25.2010 @ 8:55 am

when water comes in and out at certain times of he day, usually has to deal with the ocean but can also involve lakes, rivers etc. The water height will change as the tide changes. this also makes waves different as the day oes on, deals with the position of the moon

Posted By nick On 06.23.2010 @ 3:31 am

the tide is a bveautiful thing – it is shaped from afar by a celestial body, a tragic, invisible specter born of the earth herself yet exiled – reflecting the sun. the tide is at her beck and call, storming up and down the beaches daily cursed by futility

Posted By nick On 06.22.2010 @ 1:41 pm

dance left right left left right, and a one two a left right ah. Mr. Michaels, I want to win that prize. I really want the prize!

Posted By Nick On 06.21.2010 @ 2:23 am

revolt is a powerful and emotional action used to show ones opinion through force. It is taking action against someone or something….

Posted By Nick On 06.19.2010 @ 7:28 pm

without you i am nothing, i am empty and bare. without love i will never be happy and you are all that i can love. without….

Posted By nick On 06.19.2010 @ 1:34 am

Matching cars their matchbox cars, young toys made for useless boys, can’t they see they’re all the same, its all a senseless game.

Posted By Nick On 06.16.2010 @ 7:42 pm

Is this what we do? We attempt to match ourselves to a ‘better half’ to a ‘role model’ to anything we see as better than ourselves. maybe we should just be ourselves. Let’s all stop trying to match ourselves with people and things and just be US.

Posted By Nick On 06.16.2010 @ 4:52 pm