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You get up and go. Go downstairs and make breakfast. Go to work. Go to lunch with lame colleagues. Go back to work. Go home.
Demands. Constant demands. What the fuck. When does the hassle of life cease? When does the calm come? Is the storm over?
Wine. Hello wine.Posted By Erin On 06.01.2012 @ 8:01 am
dream job. too bad it’s not reality. thanks life, and ambition. I could have written about killer koalas attacking anacondas in sub-saharan Africa. All the fiction. Reporting? No. Social commentary. But alas! Never to be. Real life is already a fiction, why not expand on it through the power of words and susceptibility of people? Prey on the ignorant through naive belief.
I am fox news.Posted By Erin On 05.31.2012 @ 9:09 am
The dilemma, the problem with her life was that nothing changed. Everything always stayed the same. The same people always walked by, with the same news, same groceries, same plans. The only thing that changed was the rising amount of gray hairs on peoples’ heads.Posted By Erin On 05.28.2012 @ 1:59 pm
I am a leader, a leader takes everyone around them and shows them the way to go, or the best way to go. It takes time to be a leader, to stand out. But being a follower isnt always bad either. You might not get your own way all the time or get your ideas across.Posted By Erin On 05.25.2012 @ 8:11 pm
I could hear the ball approaching. It dove through the air like a nuclear missile, aimed with precision at a spot I could never reach, but I was already there. My tail a-wag, I felt the sweet joy of a well-caught retrieval in my future. Leaping from my hind legs, I lunged.Posted By Erin On 05.24.2012 @ 12:29 pm
i gotta lotta junk in my trunk. you can hide a dead body in a trunk. a person once got killed in a trunk because he thought it’d be okay to ride in it, they were all drunk. when i think of trunk, i don’t think of pleasant. actually the idea of a trunk really scares me. despite knowing the story above, i let a friend of mine ride in a trunk, we were drunk. she didn’t die though.Posted By erin On 03.22.2012 @ 11:23 pm
people think i need to be fixed. that im too loud or too opinionated. well screw them. i am who i am. i’m not some fool who changes for people. i am me. i am a child of the almighty GOD who was made a certain way for a purpose and a reason. i do NOT need to be fixed.Posted By Erin On 03.21.2012 @ 6:57 pm
I see pattern in everything. Breathing, blinking, even walking. It’s like OCD. Sometimes people have to walk an even number of steps, or make sure the pressure used with each foot is equal. And other times it’s just going shopping and choosing a new dress. Patterns are everywhere, in everything. If only we take the time to look.Posted By Erin On 03.15.2012 @ 9:42 pm
A sword swung past him, and Drake ducked to avoid the weapon that would have decapitated him. He parried, bringing his sword up to meet the challenge.
“Drake!” called out Selena, “Hurry up!! The others already got through!”
“I’m coming!” he cried, simultaneously blocking and running.
“DRAKE!” screamed Gwen, her voice thick with concern. “RUN!”Posted By Erin On 03.06.2012 @ 3:00 pm
I used to love the swing at recess. Me and my friends would compete to see who could go the highest. When we went at the same time we would yell silly things like “get out of my bathroom!” Now I look back and wonder where we even heard that. It was always so much fun to see who was most daring. We would see could jump from the highest point. We would then get in trouble with the teachers. The swing was a big part of my life back then.Posted By erin On 03.06.2012 @ 2:57 pm