I can’t account for the time that I lose when I blackout. All I know is that I wake up in a random area, completely stark naked, and most of all, confused. What is wrong with me? There’s something that needs to be explained. And it needs to be explained now.
Take in to account everything and anything that is around you. If you observe each and everything then you are going to be a more wordly person. Discover new things, write down random thoughts or snippets of conversations, take pictures, just live. If you do this, then perhaps your life will be happier then you ever imagined it could be.
I have several accounts in many places. Some in the real world and some in the virtual domain. Many of those are linked to one another, and some may say that all together, they paint a detailed portrait of me and my personality. However, I disagree and don’t find myself as shallow to be illustrated by a few kilobytes of information.
My topic from oneword.com is account. Talking about account could mean almost anything. Just because of one word, it is very broad. When account comes to mind, I think of bank account, gaming account, accounts that are used to access files and such. Account is basically a storage you use to “open” up the bonuses provided by each facility.
money and other things are ususally held in bank accounts, however i have this facebook account and sometimes it ruins my life because i check it every single day and i cant stop its like im addicted to it. Its even worse than im describing sometimes i refresh my FB account 100 times in like an hour.. i dont really know why but i do.. I dont really understaand whats so good about it anyway but everyone seems to be really into it. Any way i have other accounts like email accounts.. ohh ohh i also have a youtube account and my user name is Drumersrock. the whole thing is http://www.youtube.com/drumersrock this is my youtube account where i post up my covers of songs.
I have many accounts, but I need to be accountable. My bank account, my email account, too many to count. It is a funny word to look at, and begins to dance before my eyes.
accounts are things that store information. account could mean that or it could mean that you’re taking all ideas into consideration. i think having one is useful either way.
wtf. thats my first thought, just wtf. Account….. hum????? is like accountable or like an email account, what tio write, what to write, oh yea how about i dont understand what to write about the word account.
My bank account was very small….no money at all….then I bought a ticket….and hit every number…..MEGA MILLIONS LOTTERY……I lost count of the zeros….now my bank account is
full……so full …..I will never want for anything ever again…..as long as I live
By bank account is empty. With such disappointment I look at the ATM screen and see 82 cents staring up at me. I seem to use my money so quickly. in a matter of minutes its all used up.
She didn’t want to care. In her mind she knew that she shouldn’t, but every time she thought about it, it broke her heart. That was once her best friend and now they don’t even acknowledge each other’s existence anymore. Wasn’t her feelings taken into account? But of course they weren’t and they never will be.. Their was over. There’s no denying it. So why does it still hurt so badly?
Make an account of all the times you’ve counted the corn kernels on your cob. Then go to a stoical person to make sure you did it right. After that you should take a break from all strenous things.
“I’m going to take into account the fact that you are obviously stressed about your situation, Jensen.”
“Oh really. My situation. Like the whole fucking world being nuked into oblivion is “my situation.” Wow, you most obviously have it all figured out,” Jensen spat back.
The account of Marley J. Bigley was sadly empty, as usual. However, today was the day he needed it as full as a fat man the most. His splintering cabinets, and dim refrigeration were looking quiet sullen and bare.
I have accounted your feelings as I am making my decision. However, it all comes down to what I feel is right or wrong therefore, I do not really care how you will feel since you have hurt me beyond any measure. Farewell.
one day an caccountant failed to get a rewceipt for a customer and he was out about 5000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 dollars, it really sucked. pricess sofia banana hammok got super pissed and left his ass as he went to prs
the account they shared was probably going to have to be terminated fairly soon. why have an account together if they werent even going to be together? seemed rather pointless. she probably shouldve been worrying about a million other things, but that was what crossed her mind as she sat in her cubicle at the office.
On account of you I can expect a smile on my face everytime our paths cross. On account of you I can see the stars at night and know what they mean. On account of you I can smile and be okay when im alone. But on account of you i can expect to cry myself to sleep at night simply knowing that to you im nothing more than a friend.
I first hear about it from a firend. her name is annie, but i call her forestpaw13. Shes the admin of warriors fanfiction, and a good friend of mine. I finially decided to join this place called……Oneword :D
I never know where I stand with brands, hands and sans but don’t pause on my account. I’ve got the clout to come about and always rhyme and keep the vines from around my throat or coat these words with sugary nothing and keep bumping to whatever song is in my heart from start to finish there’s nothing to stop or diminish the fire I’ve stoked. Even broke, I’ve got enough change to never choke.
Frank pointed his gun at my head. “You will pay for what you’ve done,” he growled.
“Steady Frank.” I held my hands up in a gesture to calm him. “Let me give you an account of what happened.”
“Go on then, it’s your last chance,” he snapped.
Could I pull this off? I thought. I’m not a fiction writer for nothing….
something we have at the bank, on the internet, someone can be no account and be bad. I can account for a lot of missing socks . I don’/;t know much more on account of I am stunned right now.
I logged onto my clubpenguin.com account with exhilaration. It had been such a long time since I had felt this much like a kid! The stress had been building up lately, building up unbearably high. How else was I supposed to cope? I needed to return to the most stress-free, easygoing, time of my life–this was the answer.
My account with the Lord. How is my account. Have I given him my time today. Have I accounted for my wrongs. Have I given him account of all my blessings. Account it all joy my brethren when you enter into various trials. Keep your account short and stay on a short leash with the Lord.
account bank account facebook account accountant this is weird i cant think of anything else to write for this word accounting for an action coconut and account have almost all of the same letters this is really odd hmm i wonder whats going to happen when it stops…account
He wanted my story. My account of the whole ordeal. But two swollen black eyes gave me very little to visually reminisce. And my tongue was so dry, I thought I’d swallow it like a large vitamin served to me at breakfast.
“Well?”
I had nothing except the touch, the feel of it. The spherical knuckles orbiting my eyebrows. The feel of water on my cheeks. The spittle of rage on my chin.
I have a bank account. I actually have two. I hate bank accounts because the bank never knows what they’re doing. They ruin everything and steal money from you and say it’s your fault when you did nothing wrong. One account is better than the other.
He had another account, one that he could use to escape and move on, do what he needed to do. Now he was having seconds thoughts, would he ever see his friend again? Would things always be changing? Would he always live a lie because he was never truly happy? Suddenly a bright smile overtook his face, all the money in his other account was gone and that only meant one thing; he was loved although the one who loved him would never admit it.
“Is everyone accounted for?” He asks. The tiny crowd turns in on itself and someone counts heads. “She’s missing,” One of them say. “We must’ve lost her in the chaos.” There’s murmurs then and all eyes turn to their ‘leader’. It’s important because she and him…they were something.
Oh my lord I can’t believe this is today’s word.
I went shopping on Sunday and bought a dress that cost 17 dollars. the cashier put in 71. I only had 50. So now I’m in the red because of a mistake someone else made.
My poor bank account. I feel like America at the hands of corporate leaders.
i ran
with it
underneath one arm
the account, it’s information
i was rich
I can’t account for the time that I lose when I blackout. All I know is that I wake up in a random area, completely stark naked, and most of all, confused. What is wrong with me? There’s something that needs to be explained. And it needs to be explained now.
I gave my account to the hungry
They were needing it
They were needing it
I gave my account away
They were needing it
Take in to account everything and anything that is around you. If you observe each and everything then you are going to be a more wordly person. Discover new things, write down random thoughts or snippets of conversations, take pictures, just live. If you do this, then perhaps your life will be happier then you ever imagined it could be.
I have several accounts in many places. Some in the real world and some in the virtual domain. Many of those are linked to one another, and some may say that all together, they paint a detailed portrait of me and my personality. However, I disagree and don’t find myself as shallow to be illustrated by a few kilobytes of information.
My topic from oneword.com is account. Talking about account could mean almost anything. Just because of one word, it is very broad. When account comes to mind, I think of bank account, gaming account, accounts that are used to access files and such. Account is basically a storage you use to “open” up the bonuses provided by each facility.
twitter, the most thing that changed me…
Now, I know who I really am..
I know what life, friends, happiness are..
I know Myself :)
money and other things are ususally held in bank accounts, however i have this facebook account and sometimes it ruins my life because i check it every single day and i cant stop its like im addicted to it. Its even worse than im describing sometimes i refresh my FB account 100 times in like an hour.. i dont really know why but i do.. I dont really understaand whats so good about it anyway but everyone seems to be really into it. Any way i have other accounts like email accounts.. ohh ohh i also have a youtube account and my user name is Drumersrock. the whole thing is http://www.youtube.com/drumersrock this is my youtube account where i post up my covers of songs.
sad not my bag think will sag got no tag not for sale she’s gonna bail
rat tat tat!
She wasn’t able to account for her subhumaness over the past 3 years. It was as though she lived in a parallel universe.
is a way to identify us in different places and stuff, is ours and personal, so it give us some security and control of things we have there.
I have many accounts, but I need to be accountable. My bank account, my email account, too many to count. It is a funny word to look at, and begins to dance before my eyes.
On account that my account is low I must ask for a complete accounting from my accountant.
accounts are things that store information. account could mean that or it could mean that you’re taking all ideas into consideration. i think having one is useful either way.
wtf. thats my first thought, just wtf. Account….. hum????? is like accountable or like an email account, what tio write, what to write, oh yea how about i dont understand what to write about the word account.
My bank account was very small….no money at all….then I bought a ticket….and hit every number…..MEGA MILLIONS LOTTERY……I lost count of the zeros….now my bank account is
full……so full …..I will never want for anything ever again…..as long as I live
By bank account is empty. With such disappointment I look at the ATM screen and see 82 cents staring up at me. I seem to use my money so quickly. in a matter of minutes its all used up.
She didn’t want to care. In her mind she knew that she shouldn’t, but every time she thought about it, it broke her heart. That was once her best friend and now they don’t even acknowledge each other’s existence anymore. Wasn’t her feelings taken into account? But of course they weren’t and they never will be.. Their was over. There’s no denying it. So why does it still hurt so badly?
Beaten into us, it was: “When you get to heaven, will you be able to give a good account of yourselves boyos?”
Scary thought when you’re only six.
Priests. They’ve a lot to answer for.
Make an account of all the times you’ve counted the corn kernels on your cob. Then go to a stoical person to make sure you did it right. After that you should take a break from all strenous things.
“I’m going to take into account the fact that you are obviously stressed about your situation, Jensen.”
“Oh really. My situation. Like the whole fucking world being nuked into oblivion is “my situation.” Wow, you most obviously have it all figured out,” Jensen spat back.
The account of Marley J. Bigley was sadly empty, as usual. However, today was the day he needed it as full as a fat man the most. His splintering cabinets, and dim refrigeration were looking quiet sullen and bare.
I have accounted your feelings as I am making my decision. However, it all comes down to what I feel is right or wrong therefore, I do not really care how you will feel since you have hurt me beyond any measure. Farewell.
one day an caccountant failed to get a rewceipt for a customer and he was out about 5000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 dollars, it really sucked. pricess sofia banana hammok got super pissed and left his ass as he went to prs
the account they shared was probably going to have to be terminated fairly soon. why have an account together if they werent even going to be together? seemed rather pointless. she probably shouldve been worrying about a million other things, but that was what crossed her mind as she sat in her cubicle at the office.
On account of you I can expect a smile on my face everytime our paths cross. On account of you I can see the stars at night and know what they mean. On account of you I can smile and be okay when im alone. But on account of you i can expect to cry myself to sleep at night simply knowing that to you im nothing more than a friend.
I first hear about it from a firend. her name is annie, but i call her forestpaw13. Shes the admin of warriors fanfiction, and a good friend of mine. I finially decided to join this place called……Oneword :D
I never know where I stand with brands, hands and sans but don’t pause on my account. I’ve got the clout to come about and always rhyme and keep the vines from around my throat or coat these words with sugary nothing and keep bumping to whatever song is in my heart from start to finish there’s nothing to stop or diminish the fire I’ve stoked. Even broke, I’ve got enough change to never choke.
Frank pointed his gun at my head. “You will pay for what you’ve done,” he growled.
“Steady Frank.” I held my hands up in a gesture to calm him. “Let me give you an account of what happened.”
“Go on then, it’s your last chance,” he snapped.
Could I pull this off? I thought. I’m not a fiction writer for nothing….
something we have at the bank, on the internet, someone can be no account and be bad. I can account for a lot of missing socks . I don’/;t know much more on account of I am stunned right now.
I remember lying in the grass in the cemetery and wondering if you felt it too. I love you.
I logged onto my clubpenguin.com account with exhilaration. It had been such a long time since I had felt this much like a kid! The stress had been building up lately, building up unbearably high. How else was I supposed to cope? I needed to return to the most stress-free, easygoing, time of my life–this was the answer.
My account with the Lord. How is my account. Have I given him my time today. Have I accounted for my wrongs. Have I given him account of all my blessings. Account it all joy my brethren when you enter into various trials. Keep your account short and stay on a short leash with the Lord.
account bank account facebook account accountant this is weird i cant think of anything else to write for this word accounting for an action coconut and account have almost all of the same letters this is really odd hmm i wonder whats going to happen when it stops…account
He wanted my story. My account of the whole ordeal. But two swollen black eyes gave me very little to visually reminisce. And my tongue was so dry, I thought I’d swallow it like a large vitamin served to me at breakfast.
“Well?”
I had nothing except the touch, the feel of it. The spherical knuckles orbiting my eyebrows. The feel of water on my cheeks. The spittle of rage on my chin.
“I can’t tell this story. Not now, anyway.”
I have a bank account. I actually have two. I hate bank accounts because the bank never knows what they’re doing. They ruin everything and steal money from you and say it’s your fault when you did nothing wrong. One account is better than the other.
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He had another account, one that he could use to escape and move on, do what he needed to do. Now he was having seconds thoughts, would he ever see his friend again? Would things always be changing? Would he always live a lie because he was never truly happy? Suddenly a bright smile overtook his face, all the money in his other account was gone and that only meant one thing; he was loved although the one who loved him would never admit it.
“Is everyone accounted for?” He asks. The tiny crowd turns in on itself and someone counts heads. “She’s missing,” One of them say. “We must’ve lost her in the chaos.” There’s murmurs then and all eyes turn to their ‘leader’. It’s important because she and him…they were something.
Oh my lord I can’t believe this is today’s word.
I went shopping on Sunday and bought a dress that cost 17 dollars. the cashier put in 71. I only had 50. So now I’m in the red because of a mistake someone else made.
My poor bank account. I feel like America at the hands of corporate leaders.