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All I can think of is financing. All those rating agencies that look at the budget of States and companies to see how you could rate them internationally to then evaluate how they stand compared to their competition. Rating is also about competing against each other and getting better ratings. Whatever you associate with it it has kind of a bad connotation as it is combined with pressure and thus limits you.Posted By steph On 05.03.2013 @ 6:50 pm
Every season has a different feeling, spring, everything is fresh and new, summer is when everything happens, everything grows, flowers food. Autumn is the season of change, greens to yellows to reds to brown, and winter, winter is my favourite, crisp cold mornings, the frost touching everything an making everything glisten in the winter sun, even the light is different in winter, it makes an old dead tree look stunning, like sculpture in an art gallery.. And you know, in winter, everything is at peace with the world and waiting to come to life again in spring. A beautiful, perfect circle.Posted By Steph On 12.20.2012 @ 4:37 pm
As I walked in I looked around the store and wondered what strange compulsion caused this woman to only hire blonde, petite employees and why she had hired me. They all looked similar, with round dimpled faced and smiles that seemed to never falter but never seemed to reach their eyes either. As one of them approached me with a huge smile I self consciously tried to fix my badly dyed hair which at certain situations could pass off as “fun” or “interesting” or even “quirky!” but surrounded by these little blonde girls I looked like a really tall smurf. OH MY GOSH ARE YOU THE NEW EMPLOYEE? I’M KENDALL. I wondered if my eye was twitching like on the cartoons. Immediatly I admonished myself for being so judgemental. I smiled nervously, Yep. Hi. Nice to meet you. Anna.
SmoothPosted By steph On 11.15.2012 @ 3:11 pm
Major? I don’t have a major. But I’m told that have to decide what I have to do with the rest of my life right now. At 18. Not even out in the world yet. I’m told back in colonial times a woman my age would have had 17 kids by now. Well, fuck that shit. I want to do everything. I want to be everything. But how can I choose a major that fits that? Can I major in awesomeness? I wish I could, because I would be the best awesome-lady around.Posted By Steph On 11.07.2012 @ 6:56 pm
The solution to the problem, contrary to what she had hoped for, was not as easy as she would’ve loved. It required much thought, and that was something that Bella was not known for, much less having a brain. It was simple, really. Fuck Edward, and fuck Jacob. Bella was a bitch and deserved to die alone. That was the only solution.Posted By Steph On 10.23.2012 @ 1:57 pm
a hundred things on my mind. trying to figure out life, where do you start? hundreds of things to get done, but really you just have to start with one, one step that makes the whole effect, that makes the dominoes start moving. you can’t get caught up in the magnitude of everythingPosted By Steph On 09.28.2012 @ 10:30 pm
There were a hundred people in the room, all milling about and introducing themselves to each other. Everyone but me, really. The shyness kept me back, but then I caught his eyes across the room. I didn’t know him. In fact, nothing about him made me any sense, but one thing did. I was more confident now. I could go around with everyone else and meet new people, but all I wanted was to talk to him.Posted By Steph On 09.28.2012 @ 7:36 pm
Home affaires affaires of the heart I’ve had an amazing affaire with a great man spanning over 20 years in between husbands wives boy friends and gir. Lfriends then when we both fell in love with our partners we became wonderfully friends until his untimely death I will remember this relationship with fondness for the rest of my life So always take the moment when it presents itself because you never know where it will lead youPosted By Steph On 09.25.2012 @ 2:41 pm
Blindness, when people can’t see. It makes me feel sad so called ‘God’ made people like that. But then again I’m happy their strong about it and don’t let it affect them. Sometimes it can be a bother like when you need to cross the road. But then you have a dog compainion specially trained to help blind people. My friends mum trains seeing-dogs and sometimes she brings them home to train and I get to play with them!Posted By Steph On 09.15.2012 @ 8:23 pm
music. rap. hip hop. country. soul. r&b. so many kinds of music. headphones are a portal into another world. when someone puts headphones on they are no longer part of our world…they are transported into a world of their own imagination, beliefs, and musical notes.Posted By Steph On 09.08.2012 @ 10:47 pm
There are people with tattoos on their sides. Not only do I think this would be extremely painful, but I also don’t really see the point. Of tattoos in general. There is nothing that I care about enough to have it permanently a part of me. Which probably says something about me. I don’t know. Maybe I should find more to be passionate about.Posted By Steph On 08.23.2012 @ 2:31 pm
you fill me up and maybe I’m just crazy and making it all up in my head, but I don’t think I am. It feels right, like we’re waiting for each other, but maybe I’m wrong….you can very well be someone elses half, maybe you’ll go share a sandwich with someone else, another beautiful lady ready to sweep you off your feetPosted By Steph On 08.22.2012 @ 9:06 pm
Wooden on a shelf, holds various items, can transport you to other worlds and show you new things. Reminds me of narnia even though that was a wardrobe. cabinet starts with C so a cat could hide there and be happy with a nap. I think of food and a place you can hide something special to yourself, somewhere no one else can look, especially if it’s in your room. a secret cabinet for secret things. The hinges squeek because it’s been used many times and the wood is brown, slightly faded with age. but it opens and closes all the same. when it’s open, it says hello, when it’s closed it says go.Posted By Steph On 07.28.2012 @ 2:30 pm
It was night. It was cold. My partner and I were on patrol at the docks.
The wind picked up and I shivered, pulling my jacket tighter.
That’s when I heard the splash and a quick, terrified shriek.
“Milly?” I called into the fridged air. “Milly?!”
The splash sounded once more….Posted By Steph On 07.20.2012 @ 1:47 am