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I walked into the empty bar, confused. All the customers had fled. Why? My eyes turned to the wall of alchohol. Nothing. Not only was this bar empty, but there was nothing to satisfy its costumers.

Posted By Kristen On 04.24.2011 @ 11:23 pm

“Taylor Swift’s version of capitol punishment.” – Kristen

Posted By Kristen On 04.18.2011 @ 5:09 pm

Whiskey. The drink of the alcoholic. Never had it, never will. At least, I hope so. See, when I was just a kid, my dad used to bring home bucket loads of the stuff. It was never a pleaseant experience the following day, spending all of my time tending to him. Jeez, who would have thought that an innocent drink could do such damage to a Persian rug? Although, I suppose that isn’t fair. Whiskey isn’t innocent. It’s far from it, one of the strongest drinks I can think of. I can only wonder what the guy who made it was thinking.

Posted By Kristen On 04.17.2011 @ 7:50 pm

There was a time once when I believed I was obsolete. That was before I met. She was the one that changed my life. She was the one who showed me what there was to life. Because of her I am alive. Because of her I am not obsolete.

Posted By Kristen On 04.12.2011 @ 11:20 am

Integrity is not a word you hear much. Why? Because… it’s not really something that is seen much. I wouldn’t really know how to begin to write about integrity given the small amount of time I have been given.

Posted By Kristen On 04.08.2011 @ 2:40 pm

The galaxy. a giant star-filled puddle. Just a puddle in a wet land that, sprinkled with rain drops, has billions of potholes that are puddles, that are galaxies. We’re just a raindrop in one puddle of the remnants of a massive thunderstorm.

Posted By Kristen On 04.02.2011 @ 3:37 pm

some people have a huge ego, and it takes them down, when people have big egos i’m more likely to not like them at all. Concieded people frustrate me and i feel as if i owe them nothing! They get on everyone’s nerves and in reality they are the only ones who think they are cool, everyone else is just annoyed.! Soo Yeah, ego’s are annoying. if they’re too big, haha, thats what she said.

Posted By Kristen On 04.02.2011 @ 7:54 am

digital image is bullshit it is a stupid thing i must do. Just one of the many things which makes me hate graphic design and want to fuck posters and stickers and go live in the jungle. with the trees and the frogs, huge cats. Puma.

Posted By Kristen On 03.28.2011 @ 8:51 pm

Our era has gotten so ridiculously digital its almost unbearable. there’s so many things digitized that never were when we were young. a lot of that shit causes problems in relationships…not just boyfriend girlfriend stuff but friendships too. even my relationship with myself is different bc of all of the bullshit that i see read hear and watch in the “digital world” and there is no escaping it. its kind of fucked up.

Posted By Kristen On 03.28.2011 @ 6:13 pm

I’m not even sure how it happened. It’s just like, one day I was on my own, doing my own thing and the next thing I knew she was everything that I thought about. She was it for me. I thought about her in everything I did. Would she approve? What would she be thinking if she saw me like this? Would she hate me? WOuld she want to be like me? man, that last one is what I thought of the most. It was the scariest thing i could have asked. WOuld she want to be like me? Man, I hope she would never turn into me. I mean, I’m bad news. Everybody knows that. But she, she never thought that about me. To her I was Superman, never doing anything wrong, always saying the right words, always the prince I promised I would be. She never caught on to my double life. Who I was in the real world. She was so far woven into her own fantasy world, the one that I just couldn’t get myself to come out of, that I never told her. And nobody else bothered to tell her either. She was just that innocent. Nobody wanted to break her. Especially me.

Posted By Kristen On 03.24.2011 @ 9:41 pm

He was gone. There was no other way to say it. She did however, know he would return. She did after all, have his keys.

Posted By kristen On 03.24.2011 @ 9:12 am

i never wanted to be the person who said those things. i never wanted to be the person who did those things. i never wanted to be anyone but the best and the person that you deserved i wanted to be your everything but sometimes life doesn’t care what you WANTED and that sucks

Posted By Kristen On 03.18.2011 @ 8:46 pm

There were balls flying as we tried to swing our arms in the proper form. The coaches yelling spurred our wrists to snap and our feet to move. One-twothree. One-twothree. The volleyballs hit the ground like we did when we dived to save them from a spike.

Posted By Kristen On 03.17.2011 @ 9:27 pm

i went wandering one day down a path strewn with dead flowers and leaves. It felt as if the earth had surrounded me and had left a dampness in the air that was without wanting. As I looked in front of me it was a path that seemed to go on forever/

Posted By Kristen On 03.14.2011 @ 4:12 pm

I was consumed by the masses. The lights all around me. The busy streets, the honking cars, the bums on every street corner, just looking for some change to feed themselves breakfast. I became obsessed with the city, the life, the noise, the people. Everything. I never want to leave this place, New York City is the place for me.

Posted By kristen On 03.12.2011 @ 2:55 pm

The statement was made, there was nothing else to be said. You said it, but did you mean it? And if you meant it, don’t ignore it. you stated the truth, and that’s all there is to it.

Posted By kristen On 03.10.2011 @ 12:29 pm

She wondered, “why me? Why in this place? Why now?” he said, “nothing ever can go how you plan. It the way of life” “Then I shall die” she replied solemnly.

Posted By kristen On 03.10.2011 @ 12:23 am

I was swept away by the wind that day. It made me feel as though I was taken to another place. Kind of like when Alice fell down the rabbit hole. It made me think about an alternate universe, another place. Where life could be different. My own personal wonderland.

Posted By Kristen On 03.06.2011 @ 7:13 pm

well theres a bargain, mom says many times. but i don’t care. quality. isn’t that what they say? quality over quantity. how can this be true if its an opinion? should i give mine, or would it just be a cheap trick?

Posted By Kristen On 02.28.2011 @ 10:24 pm

TABLES-IDK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT TABLES. THEY ARE JUST TABLES. VERY BORING ITEMS OF FURNITURE. SURE, IT’S NICE TO HAVE SOMETHING TO PLACE ITEMS ON, SURE IT’S NICE FOR THAT. BUT THEY USUALLY ARE VERY DULL. FOUR LEGS, THE TOP OF THE TABLE, AND SOME CARVED DESIGN… NOTHING TOO THEM. RATHER BORING.

Posted By KRISTEN On 02.25.2011 @ 4:53 pm

i wait tables for a living but i hate it. why do i do that but at the same time i love waiting tables the money is good money and sadly i need it for everything i need it to pay rent and to pay for the things that i want like new furniture and new clothes and to pay off all my bills. i need to get some self control with my money so i can be debt free…

Posted By Kristen On 02.25.2011 @ 2:04 pm

Fruit, yuuum! I love me some mangoes. I once read a book called the girl on mango street or something of that sort. As a matter of fact, I’d like to have me a mango riiiight neow! How about a smoothie?

Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 11:34 pm

She bit into the fruit. Juice dripped down her red-toothed smile and she giggle. “Have a bite,” she laughed. “Go on, take it.” He hesitantly reached for the fruit. Would it be delicious? Poisonous? Yes, she was trying to kill him, after all.

Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 7:05 pm

I was sitting at my kitchen table and all of a sudden roots started to extrude from my outlet. They begin growing very quickly. Eventually a flower bloomed from it. It was like no other flower I have ever seen. IT was droopy and colorful. It had an eyeball.

Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 10:33 am

greeting cards make me happy. when i see them in the store, I smile. I am very happy on my birthdays or on holidays. I get cards on those days.

Sometimes when I am at the grocery store I will just read as many cards as I can before I have to go home. It is truly a fun hobby for me.

I like reading wedding cards the best.

Posted By kristen On 02.20.2011 @ 8:51 am

Itchy scratchy smelly wet wool sweaters that hang in the hallway after a snow storm.

Posted By Kristen On 02.17.2011 @ 6:32 am

I left my flat for the sole purpose of getting chocolate. And kind would do really. I was leaning towards ice cream. Nice big tub to sit with on the couch and watch romantic comedies all night long crying about what could have been with my mates. While they try and make it better by saying it just takes time and that everything will be okay in awhile. When they really don’t want to be here and their words aren’t really helping at all.

Posted By Kristen On 02.15.2011 @ 7:16 am

charge ahead. go do things that you want to but never thought you had the time for or just didn’t make time for. just charge ahead. get to it. go now.

charge.

Posted By kristen On 02.12.2011 @ 12:30 pm

The alarm went off. Hit the snooze. Still it blairs, it squeals. I have no choice but to force open my crusty eyes and see what all the fuss is about. Digging out the sleep, green goo, I focus on the room. Oddly its flashing red. My head is pulsing. The throbbing won’t stop and I have no idea what is going on. I’m crying. I’m crying? No, it’s my mother standing in the doorway. She’s spilling tears and hugging me and I’m all wet. She releases me from her deathly hug and pulls back bloody hands.

Posted By Kristen On 02.08.2011 @ 8:47 am

I have no desire to write about pills to be honest with you. Of course, that’s probably just because I associate them with so many negative images. People overdosing, people becoming addicted, people with problems, etc. I prefer to think of happier things. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with my writing. I’m too happy. I avoid talking about darker things, and that makes people lose interest…

Posted By Kristen On 02.06.2011 @ 2:15 pm