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one day i was sitting at a table and after that i dont reallly rember because it was after i was nocked out and after i went thrugh surgury and after i dided and after i was in hevan and after i met god.

Posted By becca On 12.27.2008 @ 1:07 am

Blackberry alerts. told you i was addicted to this thing. i have a new program called blackberry alerts. it allows me to customize the color of the blinking light depending what kind of alert I’m receiving–text, email, im, etc. yeah, i’m addicted and I know it. but i do love it.

Posted By Becca On 07.10.2009 @ 10:55 am

After a busy day at the laundrette I was looking forward to a well deserved rest. I put up with the noise and the hustle and bustle all day, but when i stepped in that door. Well, that was the last straw. No longer am I going to put up with that. It’s just too much now.

Posted By becca On 06.20.2009 @ 8:50 am

oh my gosh. i hate time limits. i feel like they suck the life out of me and make my heart beat fast. it reminds me of games i would play when i was little, where a bomb would explode if i didn’t do something quick enough…oh my gosh. its still ticking down. help me. i am so scared. i hate this. oh my gosh now its red. will anyone ever read this even? will someone read how i hate time ticking down like this…and oh my gosh, i’m left with this last sentence…thank you for reading and i hope your life is happy…and has no time limits…

Posted By Becca On 07.30.2009 @ 10:25 pm

my bathroom has tiles, covering each wall. they used to be duck tiles, but one day my father renovated, and i was really sad to see the ducks go. how unfortunate! they were so quacky and lovable…now there are boring, dull tiles. i hate boringness. i would rather have ducks to keep me company as i shower nude.

Posted By Becca On 07.30.2009 @ 10:22 pm

i have felt rather lazy today. but i’ve been sick. so it’s ok. lazy summer days have the potential to be so amazing…sunny, warm, lazy and beautiful. how i long for those days.

Posted By Becca On 07.13.2009 @ 4:43 pm

her heartbeat started to slow as the temperature dropped lower and lower. she had dug out a little cave in the snow to shelter her from the raging blizzard, but nothing could protect her from the freezing temps. she slowed her breathing and listened as her heartbeat grew fainter.

Posted By Becca On 07.11.2009 @ 2:03 pm

i vow to promise you to live the rest of our lives together. I vow to help you in everything you do and I vow that our love will mean everything. This is the promise that I have made to you – to love you, not to harm you. I vow that our lives will be better than before, that we will succeed and be loved. That we will love and love one another. Our lives will change because of this one vow. Everything will change because of this vow. And you have to believe in the promise, because otherwise, our vow will fail.

Posted By becca On 03.01.2009 @ 8:56 pm

no its not

Posted By Becca On 04.17.2009 @ 9:02 pm

What easily happens between two people when one feels they aren’t receiving what they need in a relationship. It happens when one person is trying to protect themselves from the rest of the world. It can be a shield and a curse at the same time!

Posted By Becca On 04.14.2009 @ 1:31 pm

There is a square. His name is Bob. Bob likes to eat square things. For example, Beef cut into squares. They are quite tasty. Bob also likes square blocks. He just loves squares soo much. They’re so awesome! I mean, who doesn’t love squares? Everyone loves squares! “I love squares too!” Says Bob. Who doesn’t love squares?

Posted By Becca On 04.06.2009 @ 5:12 pm

taken – received apprehended breath enlightened revealed allieviated recognition instant quick emcompassing full complete

Posted By becca On 11.03.2008 @ 12:14 pm

Rosie walked down the trampled path with her shoulders hunched over, staring at the ground. The forest encased her, its dark arms seeming to reach out and try to grab her, to tear her off the small path made by animals and her family, and engulf her into it’s midst. She heard a branch snap, and squeaked with surprise.

It was only a rabbit, she told herself, stop over reacting. It was only a rabbit. Even though she knew that, she pulled her red coat closer to her chest, and clutched her basket of food tighter. Her grandmother needed her to bring the food, as she was too sick to get it herself.

Again, surprise overcome her as she heard a wolf howl, a little too close for comfort. She jumped and nearly dropped her basket, but before she could gather her thoughts completely, she started to run. She didn’t want the wolf to come too close and try to talk to her, or worse, eat her.

Posted By Becca On 10.21.2008 @ 6:50 pm

Flight I’m flying tomorrow to see maddie oh my goodness I am EXCITED.

flight out of here away cowardice. it’s true, a little. I can’t face the silence or the aloneness.

Flight…I’m always a little bit ascared.

Posted By Becca On 10.09.2008 @ 5:26 pm

I don’t understand how difficult it is for people to concider what you’re asking. It’s like THE SECOND someone realizes that you’re asking them for something, they automatically inply no. God forbid their life is inconvienanced or changed. God FORBID people CARE about someone else. GOD FORBID EVERYTHING.

Posted By Becca On 08.18.2008 @ 9:12 pm

She was asking him. No, she was demanding. Demanding to know why and how he could do this to her. How he could make her heart beat 5x faster every time she saw even a glimpse of his face. How he could make her shiver whenever he touched her. So here she was standing infront of him. Standing on his doorstep…asking for the answers.

Posted By Becca On 08.18.2008 @ 8:57 pm

it was a festival of food. we ate as much as we could, moving between booths with our stomachs full and our wallets full too. we ate pork belly, candy on paper strips, we bought knit scarves for the winter, which was so far away, we ate applesauce and bacon and potato fritters.

Posted By Becca On 06.07.2008 @ 7:11 am

Cats song that Phillip always sings incorrectly.

Things I have forgotten and don’t want to remember. Things I wish I did remember.

The sweet look on my firstborn’s face as she nursed. I remember wanting to make that memory last forever, but all I can remember is the emotion and not her face.

Memory is so fleeting. So flawless. So… past.

Posted By Becca On 07.09.2008 @ 7:31 am

currentyly i have very frequent dreams about myself and everything around me. it describes the way i live and how i should fix it but you never remember when you wake up. and no matter how frequent these dreams are you never forget but you never remember either.

Posted By becca On 07.07.2008 @ 9:12 am

a trench around a blue castle burns red with no regrets.

Posted By becca On 07.06.2008 @ 1:51 am

Trail.

My path.

Through the woods, into the woods…running, just because (not for exercise). It’s quiet and exciting and a little scary…anything could happen. Do I stay on the trail or not? Even the trail is adventurous in the woods.

I understand why people have been fascinated with the woods for all of time, here.

Posted By Becca On 06.27.2008 @ 10:51 am

Pardon me. (I’m sure I’m not the first to begin with that) It says I’m formal. It says more than sorry. You ask for pardon when you’re wrong, when you’ve been bad. You are say you’re sorry when you just feel a little guilty. I’ve never asked for pardon, although I’ve done things that require it. the funny thing is, things that you need to ask ‘pardon’ for aren’t usually pardonable.

Posted By Becca On 06.26.2008 @ 11:37 am

Grace. I’ve always liked it as a name. It has class and tradition. But wouldn’t it be kind of weird to be named for, you know, grace? If you’re religious, the idea that you’re saved for no reason (that’s not right) and if you’re not…it’s weird.

Posted By Becca On 06.25.2008 @ 9:49 am

its sharp and you can put ice cream in it and sissors are kinda like it but not really im watching maury and the mouse is white and its hard to concintrate when jess is talking to me ahaha this is fun i can’t think i can’t fouse

Posted By becca On 05.06.2008 @ 12:52 pm

its funny how it says o0ne word but its really only half of one word and yet we can still see all of it its actually kind of funny how it works considering its how the world works no we don’t see it all but some how we know somehow without seeing everything we know about everything the world is weird the world is weird

Posted By becca On 04.27.2008 @ 9:23 am

The condition of man is one of increasing despair; fraught with repression and superficial materialism. The only way to repair the current condition is through increased awareness, psychedelic experience, and a desire to enhance spirituality to increase universal unity.

Posted By becca On 04.02.2010 @ 9:19 pm

All natural. I think camping. Natural camping. In Nature. None of this hotel or camper crap. That’s not natural. Natural camping is pitching a tent in the middle of the woods–or even a state park–and just enjoying the world.

Posted By Becca On 01.13.2010 @ 1:41 pm

In the natural surroundings the bear crawled. Coming out of hibernation, he was hungry and on the hunt. The breeze was cool against his fur and the sun glimmered against the river. The fish jumped, as high as they could, and swam back upstream. It would be a good day.

Posted By becca On 01.12.2010 @ 5:16 pm

a fresh plant. japan. grows. happiness. luck. life. water. lots of it. bushes. blindness. cant see through it. green.

Posted By becca On 01.11.2010 @ 7:18 pm

the clock tower chimed 3. It scoffed at me, “Late again i see.” I scoffed back, and angrily stomped my way to downtown.

Posted By becca On 01.04.2010 @ 3:56 pm