As I walked out of the bank I was devastated,beside myself I had no idea what i was going to do now that my bank account had been hacked, I had no more money and I had all my bills to pay.
My account of everything that had happened in the past was different than his. He thought that he was the perfect boyfriend, he thought that only good things ever happened and blocked out the bad. He wouldn’t admit to all the lies and deceptions that I knew about and which caused my mistrust and jealousy, and yet I was always made out to be the crazy girlfriend. Sometimes caring as much as I do is my downfall, it is my greatest weakness. I can fall easily, but it’s always near impossible to get back up. I honestly don’t think I can handle crashing and burning again, I would be permanently shattered and broken. Why couldn’t I get rid of this fear? I just want to let myself love freely, but those concerns and thoughts are always shoved into the back of my mind, the “what ifs” were polluting me like a toxin and eating me from the inside out.
the accountant sat at her desk just sitting well her boss yelled into her ear drum. the pounding of her heart just raised higher. just two words, two words to end it all: I quit
The lady was so worried she wouldn’t get in time to the bank for her money, next minute as she runs up to the door, “sorry banks closed.’ the security said..
Upset that she didn’t get to see how much money she had in her account..
“Please, put in your love tokens into the account”
I looked down at my palms, only a couple pink coins rested in them. They were the symbol of how much a person liked you, and obviously, they didn’t like me.
I clenched onto them for dear life. “I’ll have to diet this week,” I sighed.
today got mail. it was quite interesting, because it was for me. it was just a letter from the bank saying how much money I have in my account. what sucks is that I only have 50c left in my bank account. what the heck?!
I had completely lost account of what had happened last night. One minute i was walking down the road, then the next i was laying in the ditch, what happened to me?
i opened an account at westpac and told my account of the story. they said my account of the story was incorrect. accounting is a very stupid i don’t want to be an accountant.
Some people have a bank account. The use that account to hold their money. They pay interest to use that account. You can use an ATM to check your account balance.
oh please, don’t stop on my account
continue swirling words around your tongue
so they roll from your lips like a half hummed tune
sweetly sinister
ringing in my ears, even as i fall asleep
more truths go untold
i can see that in your eyes.
I checked my account. Nothing. There was no money that I could use to get anywhere. I was stuck. There was no escaping thins now, I would have to face my death.
Her bank account was full of money. Lots of money. She had wished to be rich as a child so she could buy all the things her family could never afford. Now she was by doing what she loved.
I cannot even begin to account for all of my overwhelming joy. I cannot even begin to account for the extent of my passions. I cannot even begin to account for the future I have ahead of me. But I can finally account for the fact that I will one day be happy. And, on that account, I am content.
banks, cibc, where my mom used to work before she was diagnosed with MS. Internet accounts that I have. I have so many accounts on line its crazy. Why do oI even need that many? I cant even use half of them.
accountis what you have in your bank what you have in your life it is a recollection it is hyour rememberance of an event it is you telling someone ah! yes! that happened but sometimes you can’t always trust peoples accounts. Or as the white queen syays in alice “that accounts for the bleeding” when she talks about the backwardsness of the looking glass land. curious how one word can mean all that.
Accounts are for people who want to keep secrets hidden. They have nothing safe to store them in, so accounts do the work for them. Its almost unfair. Poor people and their secrets.
He never took account for what he did. He said everything happened for a reason. Everything was destined to be. None of us had any real choice in the matter. We were just floating through life. A life that’s already been decided for us. He swore that was the truth, until that tragic day on the boardwalk.
They wanted to set up a new account. Just a checking account, nothing special. But they seemed nervous about it. The wife was young, pretty, but disheveled. The whole time they squabbled back and forth.
I account for any of this. How did this happen? I can’t find a reason to smile, to stay safe, to live. I’ll weakly fake a smile and barely cover my scars and stand on the ledge hoping I’ll accidentally slip. I want to want to be different. I know I’m disappointing people. I wish I cared more.
My account of what happened was so clearly different from his. But I kept my mouth shut and ignored it all. Unless it directly affected me, I wasn’t going to give into the immaturity of others. I had better things to do with my time on earth.
my account is empty. it makes me sad.
it is good to be held accountable. it helps one to grow.
i will be held to account one day. i should do a better job of things asked of me.
my account will one day will be full- maybe not of what i expect.
accounts can be biased. take a five year old’s account of his class. he might exagerate that his friend spilled one hundred crayons all over the floor, when really three fell. An angry boss might say something’s terrible when it’s really just different than his expectations. It’s all about perspective.
I don’t take into account the fact that I am paying $30000 a year to get an education. i focus on things that really don’t matter. I need to get better grades, Ineed to try harder. I have to do better.
Account, like in a bank. I wonder how much money is in my bank account. I think i need to work more hours. I should stop going out for dinner so much, I”m wasting so much money on food. Food and clothes are my problem. I really want to buy new boots thought. Those are going to be expensive.
I have a bank account. Oftentimes it’s empty, yet today I found there to be a rather large sum attending its being. “Why?” I asked. “Where?” I questioned. Where did this money come from? It’s a large sum, and certainly I did not forget where it came from.
He logged in to his webpage account, first time in weeks. It was odd, being back. He had a flood of messages: “Where are you? Where’s John? What happened? Hullo?” He ignored them all. Well, all except for one. “Sorry, Sherlock. I’ve been a bit unpredictable, haven’t I? xx, JM”
Account reminds me of accounting, a class in which we did very little today. it was followed immediately by ap English in which my classmate asked if a guy in Vietnam era picture was, like, supposed to be Vietnamese. My teacher responded with not only is he like supposed to be, he is. and then she made an inane comment about a lack of gender neutrality right after our teacher had walked out of the room, come back in, and was giving us a stern talking to. And the worst part is, she is totally oblivious. It makes me feel kind of bad, especially because the whole class was laughing at her. Oh well, I guess. She has done her part to deserve it.
He had lost account of what he had done in the last few hours.
He sat upset that he couldn’t remember. He was too young for this.
Too young to be losing his memory. Losing his motor functions.
He turned on his camera and pointed it toward himself.
“Hello. My name is Jonas, and I suffer from Krutsfield Jakobs Disease. And these are my final words.”
i wish i had a bank account that just happened to have all of the money in the world. I’d do amazing things with that money. Help people in need and live an amazing life. Oh what I would do to have a bank account with all of the money in the whole entire world.
The account was open. She could now transfer the money. All the money she needed. Money could solve any problem. Absolutely anything. Late on the mortgage, who cares now? Need to pay the gardener, pool guy, or the maid? Covered. Getting your daughter to move back in with you or your husband killed? Doable.
As I walked out of the bank I was devastated,beside myself I had no idea what i was going to do now that my bank account had been hacked, I had no more money and I had all my bills to pay.
My account of everything that had happened in the past was different than his. He thought that he was the perfect boyfriend, he thought that only good things ever happened and blocked out the bad. He wouldn’t admit to all the lies and deceptions that I knew about and which caused my mistrust and jealousy, and yet I was always made out to be the crazy girlfriend. Sometimes caring as much as I do is my downfall, it is my greatest weakness. I can fall easily, but it’s always near impossible to get back up. I honestly don’t think I can handle crashing and burning again, I would be permanently shattered and broken. Why couldn’t I get rid of this fear? I just want to let myself love freely, but those concerns and thoughts are always shoved into the back of my mind, the “what ifs” were polluting me like a toxin and eating me from the inside out.
the accountant sat at her desk just sitting well her boss yelled into her ear drum. the pounding of her heart just raised higher. just two words, two words to end it all: I quit
i went in to my account the other day an all of my money had dissapeared. i have no idea who did this to me , but i promise i will find out !
“secure the perimeter”, shouted the chief of police. All of the accounts have been hacked. It’s gone, all of it, every last cent.
The lady was so worried she wouldn’t get in time to the bank for her money, next minute as she runs up to the door, “sorry banks closed.’ the security said..
Upset that she didn’t get to see how much money she had in her account..
“Please, put in your love tokens into the account”
I looked down at my palms, only a couple pink coins rested in them. They were the symbol of how much a person liked you, and obviously, they didn’t like me.
I clenched onto them for dear life. “I’ll have to diet this week,” I sighed.
The depleted account balance glared at me from the crumpled piece of paper now lying on the dirty gravel in front of me. Disgust filled my throat.
today got mail. it was quite interesting, because it was for me. it was just a letter from the bank saying how much money I have in my account. what sucks is that I only have 50c left in my bank account. what the heck?!
When i went to the bank my account was frozen i couldn’t believe it my ex is a such a …
I had completely lost account of what had happened last night. One minute i was walking down the road, then the next i was laying in the ditch, what happened to me?
i opened an account at westpac and told my account of the story. they said my account of the story was incorrect. accounting is a very stupid i don’t want to be an accountant.
Some people have a bank account. The use that account to hold their money. They pay interest to use that account. You can use an ATM to check your account balance.
oh please, don’t stop on my account
continue swirling words around your tongue
so they roll from your lips like a half hummed tune
sweetly sinister
ringing in my ears, even as i fall asleep
more truths go untold
i can see that in your eyes.
I checked my account. Nothing. There was no money that I could use to get anywhere. I was stuck. There was no escaping thins now, I would have to face my death.
Her bank account was full of money. Lots of money. She had wished to be rich as a child so she could buy all the things her family could never afford. Now she was by doing what she loved.
I was so excited I was just setting up my first bank account.I thought I was so awesome i had put $10 in my very
I cannot even begin to account for all of my overwhelming joy. I cannot even begin to account for the extent of my passions. I cannot even begin to account for the future I have ahead of me. But I can finally account for the fact that I will one day be happy. And, on that account, I am content.
banks, cibc, where my mom used to work before she was diagnosed with MS. Internet accounts that I have. I have so many accounts on line its crazy. Why do oI even need that many? I cant even use half of them.
accountis what you have in your bank what you have in your life it is a recollection it is hyour rememberance of an event it is you telling someone ah! yes! that happened but sometimes you can’t always trust peoples accounts. Or as the white queen syays in alice “that accounts for the bleeding” when she talks about the backwardsness of the looking glass land. curious how one word can mean all that.
Accounts are for people who want to keep secrets hidden. They have nothing safe to store them in, so accounts do the work for them. Its almost unfair. Poor people and their secrets.
He never took account for what he did. He said everything happened for a reason. Everything was destined to be. None of us had any real choice in the matter. We were just floating through life. A life that’s already been decided for us. He swore that was the truth, until that tragic day on the boardwalk.
They wanted to set up a new account. Just a checking account, nothing special. But they seemed nervous about it. The wife was young, pretty, but disheveled. The whole time they squabbled back and forth.
I account for any of this. How did this happen? I can’t find a reason to smile, to stay safe, to live. I’ll weakly fake a smile and barely cover my scars and stand on the ledge hoping I’ll accidentally slip. I want to want to be different. I know I’m disappointing people. I wish I cared more.
My account of what happened was so clearly different from his. But I kept my mouth shut and ignored it all. Unless it directly affected me, I wasn’t going to give into the immaturity of others. I had better things to do with my time on earth.
facebook: a tool, a hinderance, the key to modern socialization.
facebook: the most destructive invention on the modern world.
go die facebook.
my account is empty. it makes me sad.
it is good to be held accountable. it helps one to grow.
i will be held to account one day. i should do a better job of things asked of me.
my account will one day will be full- maybe not of what i expect.
accounts can be biased. take a five year old’s account of his class. he might exagerate that his friend spilled one hundred crayons all over the floor, when really three fell. An angry boss might say something’s terrible when it’s really just different than his expectations. It’s all about perspective.
Balance: $0.00
Don’t you just love student loans?
22 and broke…..with no job/ means of financial support.
I’m so screwed.
I don’t take into account the fact that I am paying $30000 a year to get an education. i focus on things that really don’t matter. I need to get better grades, Ineed to try harder. I have to do better.
i’m screwed
Account, like in a bank. I wonder how much money is in my bank account. I think i need to work more hours. I should stop going out for dinner so much, I”m wasting so much money on food. Food and clothes are my problem. I really want to buy new boots thought. Those are going to be expensive.
I have a bank account. Oftentimes it’s empty, yet today I found there to be a rather large sum attending its being. “Why?” I asked. “Where?” I questioned. Where did this money come from? It’s a large sum, and certainly I did not forget where it came from.
He logged in to his webpage account, first time in weeks. It was odd, being back. He had a flood of messages: “Where are you? Where’s John? What happened? Hullo?” He ignored them all. Well, all except for one. “Sorry, Sherlock. I’ve been a bit unpredictable, haven’t I? xx, JM”
one time i lost my account, it was a terrible terrible account.
Afterwards, i could not count
I was a count, without a count
Dont count me in
Dont stop on by
Because im mister not so nice guy
I miss the day I had an account to count
Account reminds me of accounting, a class in which we did very little today. it was followed immediately by ap English in which my classmate asked if a guy in Vietnam era picture was, like, supposed to be Vietnamese. My teacher responded with not only is he like supposed to be, he is. and then she made an inane comment about a lack of gender neutrality right after our teacher had walked out of the room, come back in, and was giving us a stern talking to. And the worst part is, she is totally oblivious. It makes me feel kind of bad, especially because the whole class was laughing at her. Oh well, I guess. She has done her part to deserve it.
He had lost account of what he had done in the last few hours.
He sat upset that he couldn’t remember. He was too young for this.
Too young to be losing his memory. Losing his motor functions.
He turned on his camera and pointed it toward himself.
“Hello. My name is Jonas, and I suffer from Krutsfield Jakobs Disease. And these are my final words.”
“Ah. Ah. Ahh.”,
I’ll account for the Count.
i wish i had a bank account that just happened to have all of the money in the world. I’d do amazing things with that money. Help people in need and live an amazing life. Oh what I would do to have a bank account with all of the money in the whole entire world.
The account was open. She could now transfer the money. All the money she needed. Money could solve any problem. Absolutely anything. Late on the mortgage, who cares now? Need to pay the gardener, pool guy, or the maid? Covered. Getting your daughter to move back in with you or your husband killed? Doable.