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every time i go out in the sun, my skin cells become more and more damaged. everyone keeps telling me to stop and wear sunscreen before i get skin cancer. it seems like im just begging for it. i will start wearing sunscreen:) hellyeah.

Posted By Renee On 06.21.2011 @ 7:09 pm

It is my belief that everyone has a right to believe however works best for them. My daughter used to believe in fairies. I think your belief system is important to who you are but I also believe that no one has the right to push their beliefs on others in effort to change what they believe. Do you believe?

Posted By Renee On 06.18.2011 @ 3:12 pm

As she entered the room the lack of color and personality made her wonder what type of people she was about to do business with. Were they truly lackluster or was there more below the surface that she must discover. She wondered how she would proceed.

Posted By Renee On 06.18.2011 @ 10:37 am

Beautiful, unique, different, happiness, laughter, relaxation. Every ones can show a little bit of difference. Each smile has a different reason for it being there.

Posted By Renee On 06.16.2011 @ 8:02 pm

Wow! She stopped dead in her tracks. This was a smile that could light up the night sky and the owner of that smile was standing right in front of her. It was as if he had been sent by an angel to cross her path. She was unable to move much less will her face muscles to form a return smile as she caught sight of the explosive crystal blue eyes that twinkled just above. Her heart sent a very recognizable message to her brain…Is this what love at first sight felt like?

Posted By Renee On 06.16.2011 @ 11:31 am

She stood on the platform and heard the screeching of the train as it came to a halt before her. The door opened as she contemplated weather to take that step into her new life, leaving behind all she was familiar with for the chance at her destiny.

Posted By Renee On 06.16.2011 @ 6:25 am

engine fire station Dad, lives at the fire station while I was younger. I loved to go to the fire station to visit him, we’d go on the trucks and sometimes he get a call while we were there, we got to watch them get ready and drive off to the fire or emergency. I am so proud of my Dad!

Posted By Renee On 06.14.2011 @ 2:45 pm

He refused to believe that this was his station in life. He was determined to show them all that he could truly rise above the meager beginnings that he was born into and suffered through throughout his life. He knew what he was capable of.

Posted By Renee On 06.14.2011 @ 11:22 am

I waled into a room that I thought would be empty to find many eyes staring at me . I realized that I had no clothes on and I had just awoken from a dream.

Posted By Renee On 06.14.2011 @ 8:09 am

I never have felt beloved. Not for one person, or from one person. “Love” has always been this fragmented, inconsistent thing that causes such a great deal of anxious wonder.

Posted By Renee On 06.12.2011 @ 10:38 pm

I love to hear music. The radio now a days sucks ass. Where would we be with out radio? I’m not sure what I’m writing about. I like to listen to Pandora. I wish I had Sirius or XM. Radio. How much longer am I going to be writing about the radio? This seems like a lot longer than a minute. Hey Mr. DJ! Video killed the radio star…OK, I think I’ve had enough of this…

Posted By Renee On 06.03.2011 @ 6:09 pm

I wore my bright blue backpack to school yesterday. I filled it with pencils, pens, paper, and my lunch. My water bottle exploded and got my bright blue backpack all wet. My paper, pens, and pencils got wet too. My lunch was ruined. I went to dry my backpack in the sun. It was ruined.

Posted By Renee On 06.01.2011 @ 2:29 pm

The curious name, Montage was attached to the newborn. Big, clumsy, awkward Montage to the little, delicate baby girl. What did it mean? What were the implications for such a name? Were her parents out of their minds? Or was there something bigger at work here?

Posted By Renee On 05.31.2011 @ 7:58 pm

It is so gross. I am not a fan of mint, though I think a lot of people are. I hate it in gum and I most certainly hate it in booze. I think that a lot of people in the world enjoy due to its humanistic raison d’etre… to prevent smelly breath. T

Posted By Renee On 05.27.2011 @ 5:06 pm

they’re really salty. I avoid salty foods at all costs unless I don’t care. They’re also yummy. I like the large soft ones, but i strongly dislike the microwavable ones.. they’re gross. You can dip them in many types of sauces. However you like pretzels, enjoy them, they’re enjoyable.

Posted By renee On 05.22.2011 @ 6:23 pm

Is what people do in their houses. It’s washing dishes and doing laundry and loving their families. It’s having a husband and kids and all of the things that come along with the territory. Dogs, cats, home, fun, love, work.

Posted By Renee On 05.20.2011 @ 9:12 pm

pirates on a ship, who don’t do anything. They’re slackers. Who don’t write. Like me. But they probably can’t. I’m just lazy.

Posted By Renee On 05.09.2011 @ 11:59 am

The robot came towards me with arms outstretched. He was mechanical and creaking. I was terrified and felt the sweat fall in bullets down my body. His eyes were bright red and gleamed angrily. In reality, all he wanted was a hug.

Posted By Renee On 04.20.2011 @ 8:12 am

the feeling i get when i listen to real good music, goosebumps appear on my arm and my heart can’t contain the feeling, crying when i hear music so good, it changes my life. music is life.

Posted By Renee On 04.18.2011 @ 3:36 pm

funny. i think im hysterical. richie is pretty funny. daddys funny. if somethings really hysterical, i will start crying from laughing so hard. people who think they’re hysterical but really aren’t, piss me off.

Posted By Renee On 04.14.2011 @ 5:15 pm

In a galaxy far away, there lived a captain. Second best of the Enterprise. And yes, she was a woman. But not just any woman. She was the daughter of Nero, the one who didnt die.

Posted By Renee On 04.02.2011 @ 11:23 pm

i wanted to be with you, but you did something wrong. you wanted to have both of us but now you lost both of us. we wanted to be happy but wanted different things. now all i want is you out of my life

Posted By renee On 03.18.2011 @ 10:30 pm

harry potter and his movies. I love his movies and the way they make me feel, and the fact that he is so cute. But Ronald Weasly is cuter. I really wish that he was a real character and it is to the point that I really wouldn’t mind meeting Rupert Grint just so I could get caught in that mind set. Speaking of which, that mind set. Sometimes I want to run away and sleep because that’s the only time i feel normal.

Posted By Renee On 03.13.2011 @ 5:26 pm

Final can mean a lot of things. It usually means ending but right now I see it as a real live thing. You know, like final exams? I am a second semester senior and the only thing I really have to worry about is passing those. Sounds easy, right?

Posted By Renee On 03.03.2011 @ 8:05 pm

there wasn’t much i could say about his face. his features were unremarkable at best. there was nothing memorable about him – no specific quality that stood out. and yet i noticed him right away, and never took my eyes off him. was it love? infatuation? to this day i’m still not sure. i just know that i was aware of him, despite his lack of intrigue.

Posted By Renee On 03.03.2011 @ 1:19 am

‘God, you are such a whore’, she thinks to herself. The water is harsh and cold as it splashes onto her face. She never did invest in waterproof mascara. Now she looks like a mess. A bitch. A tramp. At least she still had her beauty.

New shoes on sale, body for free.

Posted By renee On 02.28.2011 @ 5:37 pm

I can imagine myself sitting on a park bench in a sunlit area in a beautiful green public park. It is warm and relaxing. There are dogs playing frisbee, and children running, and women with umbrellas strolling by. Men in ball caps chase their sons around trees. I feel the sun warming my skin. Ahhh, I wish I was there now. Instead I sit on a living room floor in front of a heater, for it is snowing outside.

Posted By Renee On 02.23.2011 @ 9:30 pm

it’s something so useful and so much a part of our lives yet so many don’t even realise it. how many persons think about where things come from? the effort that goes into making the things we use every day? i don’t think many do. i think that’s sad. we need to be conscious.

Posted By renee On 02.16.2011 @ 5:43 pm

yummy. i feel terrible for the people who are either allergic or simply don’t like chocolate. it’s one of those things i hold above sex. especially chocolate with almods in it with a raw avocado. simple. perfection. eat some fucking chocolate.

Posted By renee On 02.15.2011 @ 6:48 pm

the thought of your smell… lingering. when i walk past stores, items, people, reminding me of you. i liked it when your smell stuck on me, when i could experience you in my sheets, without you having to be there. and the thought of my fragrance, leaving a reminder of me with you. i hope you enjoyed my memento.

Posted By Renee On 02.09.2011 @ 12:11 am