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“Well, well, well, what’s happening here?” he asked in a surprised voice. Bertha had just arrived at work looking as if she hadn’t been home all weekend. She hair was sticking up, her eye make up smeared all over her face and some of her clothes were put on backwards.Posted By Colleen On 05.03.2009 @ 9:32 pm
OK i dont sweep and i havent in about 3 years. I vacuum. Yes. vacuuming is sweeping for lazy people but why the fuck not. If you have the tools, why wouldn’t you utilize them? I felt guilty about this for a long time but then I just realized it was my Catholicism at work. Go robotsPosted By Colleen On 05.01.2009 @ 10:29 pm
top of the world nothing can you bring you down cold and empty though pretty, gorgeous so amazing, everyone loves you but no one really /loves/ you you hate it you’re perfect but imperfect inside your own mind either you love your life and care not for love or you hate your life and live only for love marry a prince, and you get perfection or be the ice queen that all princess turn into.
good luck with life princess i wish you the best, or the worst.Posted By colleen On 01.24.2009 @ 7:52 pm
The veins in his head were popping out while his face turned a bright red. He was so angry, but she couldn’t understand why. She apologized for wrecking the car. Maybe it was the tow truck driver incident that set him off. She would never know. he dropped dead.Posted By Colleen On 01.16.2009 @ 11:09 am
I don’t know where I would go if there were no subway. When all the thoughts in my head get too noisy for me to hear what I’m really thinking it makes sense that I would go here. The place where it’s busier and more hectic then in my mind. The only place where people are coming and going more than they are in real life.Posted By Colleen On 03.25.2009 @ 2:33 pm
I am really bad at untying knots. I don’t have very good dexterity. I wish I did, because it would come in handy with shoelaces. My shoelaces are two different colours. My mother thinks this is stupid, but I like it and so do lots of people at my college. Like my writing teacher.Posted By Colleen On 09.09.2009 @ 8:26 pm
my heart it hurts my face, a facade. you hurt me you broke me you bastard. you savior.
i know better now so do i think you?
or do i say that you are the evil
the reason for me my pain or the reason for my gain
you gave me awareness by breaking my heart i am not the same this is not where i chose to start
you bastard, you savior.
what can i say? you broke me completely, completely today.Posted By colleen On 12.20.2008 @ 6:30 am
Something I did not do a lot of in Oregon these last two years. I walked, and walking saw so much more than I had seen in years past, in San Francisco. Now, being back I drive more, and I do more, but I don’t feel as if I really see as much. Or smell the way thePosted By Colleen On 07.28.2009 @ 11:52 pm