bland like bread. bread that sits on the counter. Things that are bland are things that are stale. No longer fresh, no longer interesting. Don’t eat the bland, but eat the bread.
Food without salt is very bland. I do not cook with salt, nor do I eat without tasting. I think salt is something we have become used to and food without it does taste very BLAND. I like salt, but I am careful with its power.
I used to be bland. Jeans and t-shirt… my life so routine… friends existent, barely… brown, dull hair… unchanging face.
Then I met you. A love of fashion sparked in me, friends flocked, my smiles grew day by day. Soon my life was a whirlwind of color and adventure and… and love.
How boring; how bland is a day without creativity. A day without thought, a day without imagination. A day without why’s or how’s. A day without you. A day without me.
Janeway tried her third attempt at the curry, this time taking great precaution to watch the replicator carefully before the whole thing went up into smoke again. Finally, the sauces were simmering just right, and a pleasant aroma was wafting around her quarters. Adding a few more spices to the mix, she poured it over wild rice and prepared to bring it to the mess hall. She silently DARED Neelix to call this concoction “bland.”
I can’t taste food when my sinuses are clogged with infectious gunk. It’s all the same. Textures vary, a bit, my memory tries to conjure up how the food should taste, but it’s all just bland.
“A sense of malaise that can be attributed to a lack of attitude.” This is what I thought when I looked upon his painting. I wanted to like it, but it made me feel sedate. I was not engaged. I left the hall and went in search of something that would zap me back to my senses. I wanted to gasp with awe, not yawn in boredom.
Bland is no fun. Life should be full of flavor. Food shouldn’t be bland, music and movies shouldn’t be bland, love shouldn’t be bland. It’s too bad that a lot of people live lives where they think that everything is bland. You’ve gotta appreciate the little things, otherwise life will end up being bland when it doesn’t have to be that way.
bland bland bland. I can’t think of anything to say about such a boring word. The sound it makes when I say it describes the definition of the word perfectly.
to be bland is to be without life or taste. to be boring and dull. my theory class had a bland lecture. my carrots left a bland taste on my mouth. i could never be bland. i don’t want to. i’m simply not. shine.
Bland is something boring, something plain, something that’s not interesting. A piece of cake can be bland if it doesn’t have any flavor or sweetness to it.
Katerina slammed her fist down on the table in frustration. The dog jumped and gave her a patronizing stare. She chuckled. “Sorry Bucco.” The dog cocked his head and whimpered. “I know, I know. But I just can’t help it. This story lacks flare, zest… I dunno. Something. It’s too bland.” Bucco dropped his head on to his paws and seemed to sigh. “If only I had your life, buddy, things would be so much easier.”
Washed, scrubbed until pink skin bubbled to red
And the soap clung to the inside of pores
that seemed scraped clean with half bitten nails
her tiny head pulleyed back, chin rubbed to a cleft
hair rinsed, shampooed, rinsed, conditioned, rinsed,
shampooed, conditioned, rinsed, combed to extract
each last drop, eyes stung sterile, feeling as it they were
shampooed, rinsed, conditioned, rinsed
stared at, for specks left by days to long spent
on the edge of the bath – jump – is her thought
jump in into inches and forget how to swim
That’s who I’ll end up with. Who I’ll compromise with. If at all. Someone with no personality, no sense of humour, no charm. Who’s as bland as baby food. And worse coloured. It’s the biggest fear of my life. That and lizards.
I guess that’s the point. If it were ornate, or detailed, or strikingly beautiful (or, on the other hand, completely hideous) I’d never get anything done.
But even know I’m rambling, my words spilling onto the page, nonsensical, pointless, just… words.
I didn’t know what the word meant until I stood in line with the rest of them, hands outstretched, reaching and accepting something I cared naught for. I would take it, because it filled my empty hands, I would hold it, because I had nothing else to hold and when the darkness fell, I would sit in silence and eat it.
you talk about that time
we went to dinner
with your friends
and all I can think about
was how bland
the soup was.
and their
personalities
compared to yours.
The food was bland, and the show Herman was watching on the telly was even blander. I let the flat and took the lift down to the bottom floor, where I saw a girl carrying the laundry in. Her clothes were bland, too. All whites and pastel pinks. I went out for a smoke near the Thames and let the smells knock me backward.
I like my food a bit on the bland side. I never thought I did, until I married a Cajun. He likes his food spicy and hot! He dumps hot sauce or tobasco on almost everything I cook. I hate it when he does that, I wish he would at least taste it first.
It’s something thats pretty boring. Like people can dress bland and thats boring. Or you could just have regular oatmeal and not pit anything in it and it’s bland.
Eating his dinner trying to get over the fact that she cooks her food so bland, he forces himself to chew. Realizing how boring their relationship has gotten, he looks across the table at her and lets out a sigh.
I don’t wear bland colors! They are boring and I love neon colors because they are so pretty! I am not a bland person at all!:D Bland is really stupid like some people.
He was nothing but bland from head to toe.That was my first thought as he walked in the room with his cacti pants and simple black shirt. But there was something about him that still caught my eye… must have been how simply mundane he was.
bland. blah. boring. tastess. describes my life to some extent. the essential ingredients are all there, but it needs salt. it’s bland. and pepper. it needs pepper.
bland like bread. bread that sits on the counter. Things that are bland are things that are stale. No longer fresh, no longer interesting. Don’t eat the bland, but eat the bread.
Bland is the flavor of the secure.
Food without salt is very bland. I do not cook with salt, nor do I eat without tasting. I think salt is something we have become used to and food without it does taste very BLAND. I like salt, but I am careful with its power.
I used to be bland. Jeans and t-shirt… my life so routine… friends existent, barely… brown, dull hair… unchanging face.
Then I met you. A love of fashion sparked in me, friends flocked, my smiles grew day by day. Soon my life was a whirlwind of color and adventure and… and love.
How boring; how bland is a day without creativity. A day without thought, a day without imagination. A day without why’s or how’s. A day without you. A day without me.
Janeway tried her third attempt at the curry, this time taking great precaution to watch the replicator carefully before the whole thing went up into smoke again. Finally, the sauces were simmering just right, and a pleasant aroma was wafting around her quarters. Adding a few more spices to the mix, she poured it over wild rice and prepared to bring it to the mess hall. She silently DARED Neelix to call this concoction “bland.”
bland blind noob motherf** wtf i am lost :( will this stop or what? boreeeed bland what bland means anyway?
I can’t taste food when my sinuses are clogged with infectious gunk. It’s all the same. Textures vary, a bit, my memory tries to conjure up how the food should taste, but it’s all just bland.
“A sense of malaise that can be attributed to a lack of attitude.” This is what I thought when I looked upon his painting. I wanted to like it, but it made me feel sedate. I was not engaged. I left the hall and went in search of something that would zap me back to my senses. I wanted to gasp with awe, not yawn in boredom.
Bland is no fun. Life should be full of flavor. Food shouldn’t be bland, music and movies shouldn’t be bland, love shouldn’t be bland. It’s too bad that a lot of people live lives where they think that everything is bland. You’ve gotta appreciate the little things, otherwise life will end up being bland when it doesn’t have to be that way.
bland bland bland. I can’t think of anything to say about such a boring word. The sound it makes when I say it describes the definition of the word perfectly.
to be bland is to be without life or taste. to be boring and dull. my theory class had a bland lecture. my carrots left a bland taste on my mouth. i could never be bland. i don’t want to. i’m simply not. shine.
Bland is something boring, something plain, something that’s not interesting. A piece of cake can be bland if it doesn’t have any flavor or sweetness to it.
Katerina slammed her fist down on the table in frustration. The dog jumped and gave her a patronizing stare. She chuckled. “Sorry Bucco.” The dog cocked his head and whimpered. “I know, I know. But I just can’t help it. This story lacks flare, zest… I dunno. Something. It’s too bland.” Bucco dropped his head on to his paws and seemed to sigh. “If only I had your life, buddy, things would be so much easier.”
I was sunk
like your teeth into a bland apple
like a tug boat tugged
by another rope
My day seemed bland until I almost got hit by a car crossing the street, right in front of my mother’s eyes.
True story.
Washed, scrubbed until pink skin bubbled to red
And the soap clung to the inside of pores
that seemed scraped clean with half bitten nails
her tiny head pulleyed back, chin rubbed to a cleft
hair rinsed, shampooed, rinsed, conditioned, rinsed,
shampooed, conditioned, rinsed, combed to extract
each last drop, eyes stung sterile, feeling as it they were
shampooed, rinsed, conditioned, rinsed
stared at, for specks left by days to long spent
on the edge of the bath – jump – is her thought
jump in into inches and forget how to swim
That’s who I’ll end up with. Who I’ll compromise with. If at all. Someone with no personality, no sense of humour, no charm. Who’s as bland as baby food. And worse coloured. It’s the biggest fear of my life. That and lizards.
taste, tasteless, boring. it would be awful to be described as so. LIFE. COLOUR. SPARKLE. sugar.
Bland.
This page is terribly bland.
I guess that’s the point. If it were ornate, or detailed, or strikingly beautiful (or, on the other hand, completely hideous) I’d never get anything done.
But even know I’m rambling, my words spilling onto the page, nonsensical, pointless, just… words.
So even my words are bland.
blah, boring, banal, whitebread, nada, taking up space, the opposite of exciting, needs some work, sleep inducing, flavourless
After about half an hour or so, most gum starts to taste bland.
Bland. Pointless. Troubling.
I didn’t know what the word meant until I stood in line with the rest of them, hands outstretched, reaching and accepting something I cared naught for. I would take it, because it filled my empty hands, I would hold it, because I had nothing else to hold and when the darkness fell, I would sit in silence and eat it.
Because that was all I had.
Because that was all there was.
Pointless. Meaningless. Bland.
you talk about that time
we went to dinner
with your friends
and all I can think about
was how bland
the soup was.
and their
personalities
compared to yours.
The food was bland, and the show Herman was watching on the telly was even blander. I let the flat and took the lift down to the bottom floor, where I saw a girl carrying the laundry in. Her clothes were bland, too. All whites and pastel pinks. I went out for a smoke near the Thames and let the smells knock me backward.
I like my food a bit on the bland side. I never thought I did, until I married a Cajun. He likes his food spicy and hot! He dumps hot sauce or tobasco on almost everything I cook. I hate it when he does that, I wish he would at least taste it first.
Bland is not exiting, boring, regular. Food, people, clothing, and colors can be bland.
Cereal without sugar is very bland. hahaha
It’s something thats pretty boring. Like people can dress bland and thats boring. Or you could just have regular oatmeal and not pit anything in it and it’s bland.
I am NOT a bland person but my mom’s old boss is bland. Hi i don’ know what else to write.
Eating his dinner trying to get over the fact that she cooks her food so bland, he forces himself to chew. Realizing how boring their relationship has gotten, he looks across the table at her and lets out a sigh.
I don’t wear bland colors! They are boring and I love neon colors because they are so pretty! I am not a bland person at all!:D Bland is really stupid like some people.
Cream of wheat is so bland it’s yucky and BORING!!!!
HAHA i’ve never had Cream of Wheat so i don’t know why im bagging on it.
not a alot of
Bland can be use in different thing like if you have cream of wheat not a lot of flavor witch is bland.
I don’t know what bland is. I think it’s when something is plain white or very boring. Like when people say things are bland. Boring !!!!!!!!!!
He was nothing but bland from head to toe.That was my first thought as he walked in the room with his cacti pants and simple black shirt. But there was something about him that still caught my eye… must have been how simply mundane he was.
Clouds passing by, covering any trae oc that gorgeous celestial ball in the sky for weeks on end. In the northwest, life can get pretty bland
tasteless boring unexciting dull
uninteresting
in other words … this
bland. blah. boring. tastess. describes my life to some extent. the essential ingredients are all there, but it needs salt. it’s bland. and pepper. it needs pepper.