Bland is very boring food. There is really not taste. I think of pudding with the lumps. My mother used to make it–it is called Tapioca pudding. I also think of the hospital when I worked in the kitchen. Some patience were put on the bland diet. I wouldn’t like to be on that for very long. Life can be bland. When it seems to be same thing every day. Luckily, snow is on its way and so this very mild, bland winter will son be ending.
bland is food that has no flavor or when clothes have no personality! Things that have colors in it or that show you who you really are is what being not bland. sometimes when people are wearing cool clothes they are not bland but i dont really know what it means
I hate bland food. I like to put spices so it actually tastes good. Also, people act bland and when they do it is hard to carry a conversation with them. When someone doesn’t talk about anything interesting it is hard to find out if you have anything in common with them.
my clothes lately have been bland. ugly perhaps. i dont know they’re just boring. my mom never cooks good food, it’s always usually bland and tasteless. i want to get out of the bland state that i am in now.
I think of things are that boring and have no character. Bland is usually not something people want to expirence. It is boring. Bland is often mentioned when talking about food.
to day was really boring and i didnt like math so i sleept though it because i finished most of my homework and i might go to my math lab today if i fell like it.
Take one of these. It tastes like quiet. And kind of like hush. It has some strange side effects. You might hear a dissonant piano, and feel out of tune. Let it open the music box of yourself. It will sit there on the floor. And put your notes together like a child arranging your wooden puzzle pieces in place.
As long as he could remember he had been thinking of things that only a few others dared to think. You could call him a rebel or a deviant. But most of all, he preferred to be called a human being.
Bland isn’t always a bad thing. Not everything has to be spicy, or jazzy, or otherwise spruced up. Sometimes vanilla is a perfectly acceptable flavor, without the addition of nuts or sprinkles or even chocolate. Once in a while my taste buds need a break. I don’t need to condimentize my world. Sometimes, no stimuli is good stimuli. Bring on the blandness, says I!
Bah! I despise the word, secretly sneaking its way into the day to day of life. Consistency is great and all, but You know what else is? Everything, mere possiblities outshine its tasteless safeness.
I cringe to think that one day I will become bland. No laughter, no excitement, just there.. not wanting more or less. Conforming to however life will be. I dream of keeping my youthful ways and thoughts.
She looked out the window and felt nothing. The food in this place was tasteless, even the world outside the metal grate looked bland. The doctors said it would pass but when? When would she touch something and feel it, Be able to breathe the scent of a rose or a handsome man’s aftershave and be stirred by it, instead of this emotionless existence.
Have you ever felt like, maybe, just maybe, you were destined for something greater than the life you’re in? That maybe you’re not suppose to be like everyone else; like every other girl; like every other university student. Maybe there really is a place out there for someone like you. There has to be more for a person like you. For a person like me. More than just the mechanical drone of traffic each day as you walk to class. More than the repetitive relationships with people that end quicker than they begin. More than going out on Friday and Saturday and even sometimes Wednesday nights to get belligerently drunk, just to feel something (even if it’s only the burn as it goes down your throat, or the drop of your stomach when you puke it back up). More than falling asleep every night in the middle of a novel, reading stories about the lives you should be living.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just letting those silly story books and movies go to my head, make me believe that my shi**y life is meant to mean more than what it actually does. Maybe you do belong in this bland world of white wash walls, stacks of paper and flasks of whiskey.
But maybe you don’t. And that’s what gives me hope.
Without….my life would be bland without children. Bland without a great husband. Bland without chaos and craziness from work and home life. Everything is bland without any spice. Spice up life, live it up and don’t be bland.
i used to see the toast without any butter but when i went to the cubbord i found losts of delicious desserts to add to the flavoring and if you cant find one for dessert then you should just add a multitude of flavorings and sweets that that could trick your fancy.
Have you ever felt like, maybe, just maybe, you were destined for something greater than the life you’re in? That maybe you’re not suppose to be like everyone else; like every other girl; like every other university student. Maybe there really is a place out there for someone like you? There has to be more for a person like you. For a person like me. More than just the mechanical drone of traffic each day as you walk to class. More than the repetitive relationships with people that end quicker than they begin. More than going out on Friday and Saturday and even sometimes Wednesday nights to get belligerently drunk, just to feel something (even if it’s only the burn as it goes down your throat, or the drop of your stomach when you puke it back up). More than falling asleep every night in the middle of a novel, reading stories about the lives you should be living.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just letting those silly story books and movies go to my head, make me believe that my shitty life is meant to mean more than what it actually does. Maybe you do belong in this bland world of white wash walls, stacks of paper and flasks of whiskey.
But maybe you don’t. And that’s what gives me hope.
The food as bland, the town was bland, the night was bland. There was nothing different about this place as compared to others. I wanted to fly, to see the stars, the moon, other worlds. And yet, I was trapped here.
lacking,
dull
flavorless
and without life.
these are the things you
mean to me.
you’re without heart
or reason
for existing
all you do is take up matter.
and not once do you
care.
not once.
She waited weeks for this special dinner. The table was set. She dieted religiously for a month and paid her fair to get in. She looked stunning in her new dress. All anticipation was destroyed with the first and only bite. She was told she can meet her maker after her final meal. Sh hadn’t paid the fair after all. The price would be her blood. Too bad the meal was bland.
It was a very dull day,
while it rained on the plateau
the food is tasteless
and the news is boring
Bland is very boring food. There is really not taste. I think of pudding with the lumps. My mother used to make it–it is called Tapioca pudding. I also think of the hospital when I worked in the kitchen. Some patience were put on the bland diet. I wouldn’t like to be on that for very long. Life can be bland. When it seems to be same thing every day. Luckily, snow is on its way and so this very mild, bland winter will son be ending.
dull grey golf uninteresting boring
bland is food that has no flavor or when clothes have no personality! Things that have colors in it or that show you who you really are is what being not bland. sometimes when people are wearing cool clothes they are not bland but i dont really know what it means
YOU. :P
I hate bland food. I like to put spices so it actually tastes good. Also, people act bland and when they do it is hard to carry a conversation with them. When someone doesn’t talk about anything interesting it is hard to find out if you have anything in common with them.
my clothes lately have been bland. ugly perhaps. i dont know they’re just boring. my mom never cooks good food, it’s always usually bland and tasteless. i want to get out of the bland state that i am in now.
I think of things are that boring and have no character. Bland is usually not something people want to expirence. It is boring. Bland is often mentioned when talking about food.
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colloflower is bland. i feel like it is an albino broccoli, just not as good. i love broccoli dipped in cheese
Plain, not a good source of explination.
to day was really boring and i didnt like math so i sleept though it because i finished most of my homework and i might go to my math lab today if i fell like it.
this is something that is very boring. often times food will be very bland without salt for people who use alot of salt. i dont like bland things.
Boring. Plain. Food. Tofu. Dull. Flavorless. Old.
bland is a explaiable word
bland means without. if a food is bland than it is without flavor, tasteless, boring. a bland person has no personality, they are boring.
Flavorless, boring, grey. Not very interesting, but can also be a good thing, since bland doesn’t usually change, nor does it want to.
you are bland.
water is bland tasting. things that are bland are boring.
Plain, not a good explination.
Take one of these. It tastes like quiet. And kind of like hush. It has some strange side effects. You might hear a dissonant piano, and feel out of tune. Let it open the music box of yourself. It will sit there on the floor. And put your notes together like a child arranging your wooden puzzle pieces in place.
Bland was hardly what you could call his life.
As long as he could remember he had been thinking of things that only a few others dared to think. You could call him a rebel or a deviant. But most of all, he preferred to be called a human being.
yyuckk tired sleep disgusting grape sheep lemons animal evil faces poop thunder humans fire leaves cheese glasses home case poo sign arrrh sleep gate zelda link ganandorf bible jesus bland names hearts heat dogs cats parrots lemons gorilla unicorn fan gold silver friends
Bland isn’t always a bad thing. Not everything has to be spicy, or jazzy, or otherwise spruced up. Sometimes vanilla is a perfectly acceptable flavor, without the addition of nuts or sprinkles or even chocolate. Once in a while my taste buds need a break. I don’t need to condimentize my world. Sometimes, no stimuli is good stimuli. Bring on the blandness, says I!
Bland. Bland. Bland. Bland. Everything is bland and repetitive in my life. I need change.
Bah! I despise the word, secretly sneaking its way into the day to day of life. Consistency is great and all, but You know what else is? Everything, mere possiblities outshine its tasteless safeness.
I cringe to think that one day I will become bland. No laughter, no excitement, just there.. not wanting more or less. Conforming to however life will be. I dream of keeping my youthful ways and thoughts.
She looked out the window and felt nothing. The food in this place was tasteless, even the world outside the metal grate looked bland. The doctors said it would pass but when? When would she touch something and feel it, Be able to breathe the scent of a rose or a handsome man’s aftershave and be stirred by it, instead of this emotionless existence.
Have you ever felt like, maybe, just maybe, you were destined for something greater than the life you’re in? That maybe you’re not suppose to be like everyone else; like every other girl; like every other university student. Maybe there really is a place out there for someone like you. There has to be more for a person like you. For a person like me. More than just the mechanical drone of traffic each day as you walk to class. More than the repetitive relationships with people that end quicker than they begin. More than going out on Friday and Saturday and even sometimes Wednesday nights to get belligerently drunk, just to feel something (even if it’s only the burn as it goes down your throat, or the drop of your stomach when you puke it back up). More than falling asleep every night in the middle of a novel, reading stories about the lives you should be living.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just letting those silly story books and movies go to my head, make me believe that my shi**y life is meant to mean more than what it actually does. Maybe you do belong in this bland world of white wash walls, stacks of paper and flasks of whiskey.
But maybe you don’t. And that’s what gives me hope.
Without….my life would be bland without children. Bland without a great husband. Bland without chaos and craziness from work and home life. Everything is bland without any spice. Spice up life, live it up and don’t be bland.
i used to see the toast without any butter but when i went to the cubbord i found losts of delicious desserts to add to the flavoring and if you cant find one for dessert then you should just add a multitude of flavorings and sweets that that could trick your fancy.
I have a bland taste in my mouth and the smell of semen on my hands when you first tell me about him.
Have you ever felt like, maybe, just maybe, you were destined for something greater than the life you’re in? That maybe you’re not suppose to be like everyone else; like every other girl; like every other university student. Maybe there really is a place out there for someone like you? There has to be more for a person like you. For a person like me. More than just the mechanical drone of traffic each day as you walk to class. More than the repetitive relationships with people that end quicker than they begin. More than going out on Friday and Saturday and even sometimes Wednesday nights to get belligerently drunk, just to feel something (even if it’s only the burn as it goes down your throat, or the drop of your stomach when you puke it back up). More than falling asleep every night in the middle of a novel, reading stories about the lives you should be living.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just letting those silly story books and movies go to my head, make me believe that my shitty life is meant to mean more than what it actually does. Maybe you do belong in this bland world of white wash walls, stacks of paper and flasks of whiskey.
But maybe you don’t. And that’s what gives me hope.
The food as bland, the town was bland, the night was bland. There was nothing different about this place as compared to others. I wanted to fly, to see the stars, the moon, other worlds. And yet, I was trapped here.
lacking,
dull
flavorless
and without life.
these are the things you
mean to me.
you’re without heart
or reason
for existing
all you do is take up matter.
and not once do you
care.
not once.
She waited weeks for this special dinner. The table was set. She dieted religiously for a month and paid her fair to get in. She looked stunning in her new dress. All anticipation was destroyed with the first and only bite. She was told she can meet her maker after her final meal. Sh hadn’t paid the fair after all. The price would be her blood. Too bad the meal was bland.