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this was the word claire told me to look for. i dont know how i would find her story, though. i remember when we first became friends and the first time i told her i liked her and the first time we kissed and the first time we slept together, lying on missy’s cot, listening to that sean kingston song. beautiful girls. that was our sond for the summer. beautiful beautiful girl.

Posted By amanda On 02.01.2009 @ 5:25 pm

just stuck in the middle of here and where I want to be. I’m too big for where I am and I just can’t see.

Posted By Amanda On 01.27.2009 @ 7:15 pm

i’m in the middle of the earth. middle is in the middle of two things . i hate being in the middle of fights. the middle of fights is a bad place to be. middle is a six letter word. i love how it looks.

Posted By amanda On 01.27.2009 @ 5:00 pm

Middle sister. Stuck in the middle. While some people give middle a bad name, it can really be the best place to be. The middle of a really good book is much better than the end, no matter how satisfying the conclusion. My middle, my waist, is the smallest part of my body, which I very much like.

Posted By amanda On 01.27.2009 @ 2:39 pm

the princess with her golden ringlets sauntered down the lane smelling the flowers. as she happeend across this old bridge she thought to herself do i dare cross as it looks like it could fall into the river below! a gondola type boat appeared from out of nowhere and she hopped down into it and started down teh river on her own but just then a crocoldile chomped the boat in half with an evil little grin and says why helloooooo there little one-what’s for lunch today? next thing you know they’re having tea on the river bank and giggling madly at what an odd couple of friends they had become.

Posted By Amanda On 01.25.2009 @ 12:36 pm

starting over something new different and inique sometimes good and bad it all depends on wat kinda change it is

Posted By amanda On 01.21.2009 @ 1:46 pm

Obama says there will be change. Some people think he’s the anti-christ but I know I could never run a country – and I admire the risk he’s taking. You know, that’s just asking to be criticised, being the president. I would be a horrible president, for sure. The penalty for everything would be impalement. Not really.. I’m flexible enough, but that’d be so stressful, I’d be like ‘shut up, let me rule my own freaking country”… or something.

Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 9:00 pm

There is only so much change a man can take. Changes of season, changes of time, changes of surroundings. Everything changes. The only constant is the fact that eventually something will change. Wherever you go and whoever you meet, the most common thing you will have is the fact that along the way to the point you stand in now, you went through changes to get there. That is change. That is chance…and that is life.

Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 8:54 pm

Change can be anything– loose coins jingling at the bottom of a pocket, or perhaps the slogan of our popular presidential campaign. But real CHANGE? The kind that is supposed to develop within? We learn this during yoga practices, at the end of a school semester, and at the start of a new business proposition. But real change comes from instilling the value of innovation in our pscyhe, our hearts, and our practices.

Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 6:24 pm

Change for today, for this time. Change…I can tell my son that Mommy and are married in the eyes of the law…for good, for real, finally. Hope and renewal, a time to look forward with an open heart and realistic expectations.

Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 5:18 pm

I used to go to dances all the time in high school. I loved to dance then. I’d dance all crazy and sexy. I still love to dance, although I’m horribly self conscious of how I look when I do it. I worry if my ass is jiggling around or if I look stupid. I haven’t been alone in my house in a long time, but I should put on some eighties music and dance by myself. That thing that says I hope you dance? I rarely choose to dance. I should work on that.

Posted By Amanda On 01.19.2009 @ 2:41 pm

I used to dance when I was little. I never liked it, though… I mean… I liked it and everything. I thought it was fun. I liked watching myself dance in the mirror! but I think I stopped liking it once I started gaining weight when I was 11. I didn’t like watching myself in the mirror anymore… everyone was so graceful and slender! and there I was.

yeah, I didn’t like dancing too much after that.

Posted By amanda On 01.19.2009 @ 11:37 am

grapes are purple and sometimes people make wine out of them. some people mix grape juice with wine, which i think is nauseating, but others argue that it is delicious. it is not. sometimes grape vines are delicious, like in walnut creek.

Posted By Amanda On 01.18.2009 @ 1:08 am

Grapes are really great, they’re sour and sweet. They remind me of royalty, carried by men in the streets. Eating grapes in luxury.

Posted By amanda On 01.17.2009 @ 10:03 pm

when I think of finite the only thing that comes to mind is death. Death is the thing that scares me most. Not because I fear pain or loss. But because I fear what will become of those around me, especially my son.

Posted By amanda On 01.08.2009 @ 4:51 pm

If poverty breeds character and spoils breed arrogance, I’d rather consort with the low and the decadent

Posted By Amanda On 01.07.2009 @ 5:47 pm

A place to put your boat. I place to put your ipod. Fun word which sounds like flock, mock and of course cock!

Posted By Amanda On 12.15.2008 @ 4:36 pm

“Sitting on the dock of the bay” is a good song. Makes me think of a nice, breezy, warm day spent on a lake and of course sitting on a dock. I’m also picturing me with overalls and a fishing pole with a sunny hat.

Posted By Amanda On 12.15.2008 @ 1:00 am

I wish that I could remember the last time I felt so good. I keep thinking and thinking about it….but can’t remember. It truly is the little things in life that make a difference.

Posted By Amanda On 12.18.2008 @ 6:20 am

You do it when you’re tired. When you’re relieved. When you’re having a good day. When you’re having a bad day. When you cozy up to read a good book. When you finally get to lay in your bed after a long day. When you lay your hands on the perfect pair of shoes. What can’t a sigh do?

Posted By Amanda On 12.17.2008 @ 6:46 pm

Holy, It’s funny that this should come up I think it’s God’s way of trying to give me signs. Things are exactly as they should be! What may come, what may not is all up to God alone. I will not worry I will put my faith and trust in him and him alone!

Posted By Amanda On 04.08.2010 @ 3:59 pm

butterflies flutter around the flowers and pollinate them so that they grow more beautiful.

Posted By Amanda On 04.03.2009 @ 8:57 pm

softly soaring through my atmosphere

Posted By Amanda On 04.03.2009 @ 6:23 pm

unique…individual. like snowflakes, each comes around only once…even twins have different fingerprits–so we see no matter how alike we are, there is some minute difference. fingers, whirls, whorls, lines, personality, identity.

Posted By amanda On 04.02.2009 @ 3:33 pm

bracelets are man y difforent thing colourful meaning full nad many more they cna be gifts for friednds , family , they can be sentamental for man y things i love bracelets they help with nerves instead of biteing my nails . they are awesome and there all unique

Posted By amanda On 03.30.2009 @ 12:10 pm

Beloved reminds me of the book, which I never read in high school. It seems a little unfortunate that I didn’t considering it was most everyone’s favorite high school novel. But beloved also seems like a name I would call my partner in the 1800′s. Something I wish I could do today without seeming quirky and dumb.

Posted By Amanda On 03.29.2009 @ 6:32 pm

The scent of her shampoo was peppermint and lavender. He could smell it in the bath, even though she had been gone since Sunday.

Posted By amanda On 03.27.2009 @ 6:08 pm

i wish i was rewarded for my patience but alas it has not come… i doubt it ever will be. this old man today was such a grump over the phone but i did manage to help him and he hid offer me his sons hand in marriage… should i accept… i can just keep writing cant i.

Posted By amanda On 03.22.2009 @ 9:43 pm

matrix coleection of squares mapped out to organize thought. Science outline for study. Information forecast. Quantity Quantify

Posted By amanda On 03.20.2009 @ 6:36 am

The mind is locked, and we have the power to unlock it, with a key of fortune, knowledge and wonder, we just have to find where it is and why its there, then we will truly understand who we are in this world.

Posted By amanda On 03.19.2009 @ 11:48 am