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As I got ready for my date, I thought about Joey. I loved how he buttoned his shirt, the way he ignored everyone else, and how I had worn a DRESS just for this date. “I love him.” I said to myself. “I really do.” Lucy came trotting in. “Hey girlie! You like my dress, pupppy?”

I grabbed my purse, and headed out.

Posted By Colleen On 04.28.2013 @ 10:20 am

she claims that he cheated. I hear it all the time – as a junior high teacher, it seems that everyone is constantly cheating in come way or another and, no matter what I threaten, it never seems to stop. Looking, gawking, peeping, straightout copying – the ways are endless. I hate c

Posted By Colleen On 02.06.2013 @ 11:23 am

I don’t know anything about the new shows on television. I spend entirely too much time trying to make it on Broadway. My dance teacher says I don’t have what it takes, but I’ll show her. It’s not like she;s on the Great White Way either.

Posted By Colleen On 12.27.2012 @ 8:07 pm

Sometimes, I feel like I’m living life with a film over me. Sometimes, I feel like I’m really close to breaking through my film, and living life the way I dream of it. These moments are what I live for. But I haven’t broken the film yet. I can’t seem to. I wonder if, perhaps, no one ever really breaks through it. Some people are just closer than others. Or maybe that’s what a miracle is. When you can break through your film, and leave all your troubles behind. Live life the way it’s portrayed. You can’t wait for your miracle, no. Miracles aren’t handed out to those who wait patiently. Miracles are achieved by those who strive. Those who wish nothing more than to break through the film and be HAPPY. The far away world of happiness and miracles, is only a step away. Sometime’s it just feels like your feet are glued to the ground, and that footstep is a millennium away.

Posted By Colleen On 09.03.2012 @ 9:40 pm

I’ll mind my manners and you’ll mind yours we’ll ooze classiness out our pores.. bitchez.

Posted By colleen On 08.09.2012 @ 6:54 pm

heres the thing about instructions. no one really understands. they give. but no one takes. it’s quite analogous with life if you think about it. there’s just no way of knowing. no way to do things right. who’s to judge? who makes the instructions? why are there such things?

Posted By Colleen On 07.21.2012 @ 11:03 pm

david hasslehoff. what a stupid tv show baywatch was. I guess if I had a body like that i wouldnt mind running in slow motion on the beach. I wonder what pam andersen is going to look like when shes 80. and Kid Rock? Come on…you can do better than that. Its gross. He’s from michigan. I think that michigan is dirty, which is probably because its where they make cars.

Posted By colleen On 05.31.2012 @ 8:41 pm

I think that being a reporter would be an exceptionally exciting career. Given the opportunity it is something I think I would have enjoyed pursuing as a career. Reporters seem to have adventuresome spirits, enjoy travel, enjoy meeting people and overall live very exciting lives!

Posted By colleen On 05.30.2012 @ 8:14 pm

the architecture of this building is so old, like the withering body of a grandmother. The skin bends off the walls, the bones crumble, this place is so old.

Posted By Colleen On 05.29.2012 @ 7:55 pm

Something I wish I could do without effort. Alas, I have to join programs, change my natural way of inoperable thinking, and give up on moral quests long thought important to transform into a person I never thought I wanted to be. Transformers.

Posted By Colleen On 05.27.2012 @ 7:37 pm

Hurt. Betrayed, poisonous. Forever broken. Bitterness. Alone. Hurting, annoyance, dismay. Hatred, burdened. Ridden with fear.

Posted By Colleen On 04.11.2012 @ 5:33 pm

It was a rainy, cold day. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, and the children were depressed and discontent with their lot in life. The drops plopped to the ground ever so slowly.

Posted By Colleen On 03.30.2012 @ 1:33 pm

there was a lot of residue on the floor today. It wasnt like any other day. where as only yesterday the residue was blue and now it is a sunset orange colors. times are changing and so must the colors. It is a shame that it had to come and go do fast. So long blue residue.

Posted By colleen On 03.23.2012 @ 10:35 pm

everything given up for you and I don’t know why but I would throw my heart under a bus into a puddle and let it bleed if you could understand what I feel and I’d starve for you and give everything of myself to see you happy if only you could sense every

Posted By Colleen On 10.29.2011 @ 10:24 pm

Stacks of paper everywhere. The room held a genius. No one else could possibly navigate through the towers of papers, but he knew exactly where everything was. He had a whole stack of papers dedicated to notes about his dreams.

Posted By Colleen On 10.10.2011 @ 5:50 pm

He was so strong, hard, never bending, a man of iron, or so it seemed – but a heart of marshmallow, so easily dented, mashed, burned. I should have stayed – didn’t know it at the time — he’s moved on, so have I.

Posted By Colleen On 10.10.2011 @ 4:10 am

Nothing more then you can see or not see. In the background of all the pictures but never pointed out. Brown and dull, unloved with too many equals. Liked sometimes, ignored the rest. Let’s just pretend you don’t exist.

Posted By Colleen On 09.15.2011 @ 10:26 pm

poison is a disturbance in the body. poison makes someone not themselves. poison is the opposite of being a vegan. When I think of chemicals that are supposed to be “clean” and “healthy”, I think they are poison. If ingested, they will kill you. They irritate your skin. They are bad to huff. Why do we use these products if they poison us? Because our society is poisoning themselves with obsessions about being healthy. Damn we’re dumb.

Posted By Colleen On 08.21.2011 @ 6:08 pm

Oh, do you only get one word a day or something? I didn’t know that. Well, I missed the chance to help her. She came to me, and instead of just sheltering her from the pain, I demanded to know what was the matter when she didn’t have words to explain. I sent her away to face it on her own. I missed the chance to change my sister’s life, all because I didn’t want to play with her on the playground

Posted By colleen On 08.20.2011 @ 5:24 am

I missed you, and i still do. I know it seems silly, but I just feel so guilty about saying i liked Grandma and Grandpa better; it was only because they gave me presents and you gave me dresses. I have always regretted saying this, even if was to myself, because I never gave you the appreciation you deserved.

Posted By colleen On 08.20.2011 @ 5:19 am

it’s so loud and crisp to my ears. it tickles my ears when it roars. i’ve found that the thunder doesn’t seem to get louder or quieter, but instead it’s like it just rolls around in the sky. it’s absolutely amazing and wonderful to sit outside and listen to it while watch the lightning strike and the rain pour down.

Posted By Colleen On 07.27.2011 @ 8:25 am

loud scared summer nights on a porch awakening surprising the sound of a storm

Posted By Colleen On 07.26.2011 @ 3:02 pm

so the other day it was about 4 in the morning and i was still up, as always, i decided i need to finish up my desposable camera, so i walked outside with a bubooshka on and took all these neat photos but cars passing by proabbly thought i was a burgaler. I hope the pictures turn out

Posted By Colleen On 07.25.2011 @ 1:27 pm

ugh i love pretending to be sick and always do, i don’t think i’ve been legitamit sick in 5 years but oh well , its fun to skip class and just sleep all day,, then you get to just sit and think about anything you want, its a way to take back and look at life!

Posted By Colleen On 07.24.2011 @ 11:26 pm

hair tied into exquisite knots in the back of my head. done by my sister last night. it makes my hair wavy, which looks pretty on me. wow i fail at typing fast -____-

Posted By colleen On 07.02.2011 @ 8:33 am

Today I wonder if you ever wonder about me. I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand and and to laugh with you. I wonder about the way your hoodie would smell and the softness of your hair. I wonder if what my friend told me just minutes ago: that you like me. I’d never thought of you like that before, as anything more than a crush, just a fantasy, never reality. But as I’m waiting for the bell to ring and it mercifully does, you tap on my shoulder with a sheepish grin and say “Hey, would you go to a movie with me? Just wondering . . .” And my heart is heavy and weightless at the same time as I respond to loudly “Yes!”

Posted By Colleen On 06.17.2011 @ 10:27 pm

The train station is dark after midnight. As night falls, the gas lamps begins to wheeze away, the clutter of high heeled shoes and rolling bags whimper into the distance and the platform is still. A man sleeps silently under the ticket window, coat draped over his shoulders as he tries not to shiver.

Posted By Colleen On 06.14.2011 @ 7:04 pm

To hold someone you love. Keep something or someone close to you. touch. welcome new thoughts, ideas, and feelings. Welcome in new life and new things.

Posted By Colleen On 06.13.2011 @ 11:08 pm

My first memory of a backpack was when I was in one, figuratively speaking. When I was very young my father put me in a child backpack on his back and would carry me that way. I still remember what I saw from some of those trips. I would be bouncing up and down and watching the world go by.

Posted By Colleen On 06.01.2011 @ 8:30 pm

I remember the smell of your hoodie when you hugged me close. I remember the way your eyes shown when you laughed and how mischievous you could be. I remember the way you used to call me “princess” when I was being difficult, how your hair would fall in your eyes while you slept. I remember how contagious your laugh was and how I used to dream about you every night . . . and still do. I remember the way you would make fun of me and the way your lips felt on my forehead. But most of all, I remember how when you smiled at me, you looked me right in the eye and I knew in the pit of my stomach that you were really seeing me. I love how things have still only gotten better with time.

Posted By Colleen On 05.30.2011 @ 5:49 pm