all of the things that have been put together into one place, where the only important things lie and the unnecessary fall away. i turn away from you in order to see more clearly. there is nothing that cannot be overcome, no matter how dark or dreary on the most important day of the world.
What a hassle. Stupid shit always goes down when I see Brent. He’s always trying to sell me shit, trying to manipulate me into buying something that I don’t want or need. It’s always the same deal. Hassles me left and right. I’ve given up trying to reason with him; it’s always easier to avoid.
“What a hassle,” he moaned.
“It’s not your fault,” the other replied. The first man pulled off his hat and hung it on his knee.
“I didn’t expect this, you know?”
“Hey, no one did.”
“I thought I could get in and get the job done quick.”
“Yeah well, we all make mistakes, huh?”
If only i could be left alone. be who i wish to be. however, that is an impossibility, because i will always be hassled. its crazy how others believe they are in control and can urge me to do whatever they wish. i dont really have to listen, i wont have to listen them ever, because i am me.
Her hands fumbled with the coarse rope, the tawny brown strings flying in the wind. It stung her red wounds to tie it, but eventually the rope was taut enough to sail, and she could climb down. Her feet touched the ship’s boards with a creak and she started toward the bow of the ship. Across the icy blue water, she could see the faint memory of land.
I don’t understand why people have to create such a hassle about so many insignificant things in life. Groceries, traffic, work, money… all things that don’t really matter focused upon by people who deep down don’t really care. Things should be simpler.
It was such a hassle to do all this homework. Homework, sports, music practice, clubs, friends. All of it was so much work and I was about ready to pull my hair out. What a word, hassle. It sounds like what it means. It’s just uncomfortable to write. Hassle. Two s’s, an awkward l and e at the end. The word just make things worse, let’s be honest.
almost like a hustler? and wahst is a husteler anyways? is that even how thats spelled? is it spelled or spelt? idk…. darn it, i’m using text abbreviations. I am now thuroughly ashamed of myself. Oh well, I apologize world for this sad and depressing rant :( and that little frowny face.
Hassle. Anything from the insignificance of taking the bins out, to the overcomplicated trials of everyday life. Universal to all, and present in everything.
She din’t want to be tied down, stuck. So she ran. From committement, from stress. Because touch and go was better than the hassle of love.
She cried every night.
A pain in the ass. Traffic on the way home from work, running into moms with a million kids in the middle of the produce section in the grocery store, sticking their hands into the grapes and pulling out a few to munch on. Leaving some saliva behind. That’s a hassle.
He hassled me into a confrontation I could never return to. It was something that I could never forgive him for. I thought we were friends? I thought I could trust him. But I was wrong. He’s just like the rest. I just thought he was different…
struggle why do we go through this every time you don’t have to make things so difficult i’m tired of this just stop it i’m tired of going through the same thing and the struggle is horrible so i’m done.
it was a hassle to carry all those things. Sure they had to leave the house in a hurry and she couldnt really think properly, not with the men standing in the door, watching every move and pushing them to be quicker.
What to take, what to leave? Should she discard something along the way?
It is a hassle to do anything which is entirely out of one’s way. Perhaps if we omitted the thought of such a hassle we would become less self-important snobs and actually go out of our way in order to help one in need without considering the fact that it is a complete and utter hassle on our part.
Things I don’t like. Things that seem to last forever, when really they may be much simpler than that. A hassle. It’s a hassle to think about you. really, there’s no point in doing it. But i seem todo it anyway. Every last thought in my mind, is a hassle about you. You are that hassle.
Do NOT hassle me!! I am doing my job as well as I can and I will not do it any better with jibber jabber from you!!! Give me some time to recoup and restart…please?
It was really a hassle to deal with my little brother. You’d think he’d be old enough to do things for himself, but he’s about as helpless as a deer in headlights. Ever since the accident a few years ago. He doesn’t like to talk about it. In fact, he doesn’t like to talk at all anymore.
it’s too much work.
that frustrated, tense
feel like your heart
and head is going to explode.
it’s too much complication,
that confusing,
dizzying
thought.
that thought where you ask
yourself
was this
all really
worth
it?
It was a total hassle, going to the shops at that time of night, but it was necessary and she had promised. Promises were turning out to be the bane of Jessie’s existence lately and here was another to add to the heap.
its such a hassle to be in love. im sitting here texting someone im still in love with whom i shouldnt be while my very loving tender boyfriend texts me too. its such a fucking hassle.i miss him so god damn much and i want him more than anything but bobby is perfect and sweet and i love him too and he’ll always be my first. always. no matter who or what or dylan bobby is my first and that should count for something right?
Bob Bumpkin looked awkward on the brilliant showroom floor. “Hassle-free,” he repeated after the salesman. He cocked his head and asked “Really?” The salesman impatiently brushed a speck from the cuff of his jacket then glanced at Bob. “That is correct, Mr. Bumpkin.” Bob shifted on his feet. “What exactly does ‘hassle-free’ mean? Exactly.” The salesman said, “Well, Mr. Bumpkin, it means you don’t have to spend all day choosing from all our fantastic models, or haggling with me to get a deal after several trips back and forth between you and my manager, or worrying about the interest rate on your loan.” Bob frowned, said “Why is that? “ “Because we do all that for you, Mr. Bumpkin. We even sign your name and initials in the 23 different places one or both are required.”
Love is the biggest hassle of all. It’s not always worth it, but it does make you happy. Not always forever, but for some small time, the human mind is contented with simply loving, though it is ridiculously difficult at times.
ok, well the interesting thing about hassle is that Mark Holbrook does it to me all the time. He’s such a nob. Also her lives in hasslesbride. Coincidence? don’t think so. Seems like such an idiot. I really hate him. fucking nob head. Bilals bad too he is gay.
Hassle, too much hassle. Hair and clothes, weight and skin. Friends and family, school and work! It’s too much, all the time. Hassle, hassle, hassle. It never stops. Always pressure, do this, do that. Well no. NO I don’t want to any more.
Every time I wake up, I wish I hadn’t. It would be so much easier to just pass away and never have to put up with all the bullshit we call life again. Stupid people, no jobs and nothing fun. Life is nothing but a hassle, a series of disappointments.
Everything is a hassle depending on who has to do it. What one might find to be the most natural and easiest task, other could grow nervous over and anticipate in fright, really, depending on their level of comfort and the importance the task holds for one.
Don’t hassle me, I don’t want you around me, hounding me. I’ll do it when and where I want. You telling me you want it NOW only makes me want to wait longer. Just stop, stop! Go hassle someone else, go pressure someone else for a change. I don’t need you nagging in my ear “Get it done! Get it done!” I know it needs to be done!
What do I think is a hassle? Hair. Friends. Family. Life. Everything is a hassle, but if it wasn’t a hassle, it wouldn’t be worth it in the end. I have been trying so hard this year to make it through the endless things that life throws at me, especially overworking. I guess hassles are just a part of life that you have to learn from.
Different types of people demanding different things from you. Trying to do things you don’t full heartedly want to do. Going to any government related agency. Buying a house. Baywwatch. Don’t hassle the Hoff.
I don’t want any more hassles. Really. I think I’ve had enough. I want one day to go swimmingly. Magnificently. Or at lease hassle free. I think there might be a haiku in there. Anyway, I don’t want any more issues, or problems, or upsets, or inconveniences.
Hassle. It’s a hassle to be here. Living, trying, working and thinking and you always are wondering what’s it all for? Why even bother? All of this is just kinda shitty anyways. But then something beautiful happens and you can’t even remember or think back to all that hassle, the mess. It’s all lively and happy and it’s always been that way, or hasn’t it?
I should have known it would be just a big hassle. It always was with Sara. She never did what we expected her to, what she should do. She was always drama.
I walked into the lobby of her apartment building and saw her standing by the elevators with her suitcase. Figures. She couldn’t even come outside like a normal person, had to be all dramatic, waiting in the lobby with her suitcase, crying.
I sighed and walked to help her with her suitcase.
Freiheit. Warum auch nicht. Unendlichkeit. Unendlich viel Zeit. So viel RAUM für Aktivitäten! \o/ Hurra. Läuft das Ding noch? (._°) Hallo. HALLO?! ….
all of the things that have been put together into one place, where the only important things lie and the unnecessary fall away. i turn away from you in order to see more clearly. there is nothing that cannot be overcome, no matter how dark or dreary on the most important day of the world.
stress, unnessiasary, unfair, troublesome, unavoidable, inevitable
What a hassle. Stupid shit always goes down when I see Brent. He’s always trying to sell me shit, trying to manipulate me into buying something that I don’t want or need. It’s always the same deal. Hassles me left and right. I’ve given up trying to reason with him; it’s always easier to avoid.
“What a hassle,” he moaned.
“It’s not your fault,” the other replied. The first man pulled off his hat and hung it on his knee.
“I didn’t expect this, you know?”
“Hey, no one did.”
“I thought I could get in and get the job done quick.”
“Yeah well, we all make mistakes, huh?”
tassle bassle snassle massle lassle passle rassle crassle
If only i could be left alone. be who i wish to be. however, that is an impossibility, because i will always be hassled. its crazy how others believe they are in control and can urge me to do whatever they wish. i dont really have to listen, i wont have to listen them ever, because i am me.
Her hands fumbled with the coarse rope, the tawny brown strings flying in the wind. It stung her red wounds to tie it, but eventually the rope was taut enough to sail, and she could climb down. Her feet touched the ship’s boards with a creak and she started toward the bow of the ship. Across the icy blue water, she could see the faint memory of land.
I don’t understand why people have to create such a hassle about so many insignificant things in life. Groceries, traffic, work, money… all things that don’t really matter focused upon by people who deep down don’t really care. Things should be simpler.
It was such a hassle to do all this homework. Homework, sports, music practice, clubs, friends. All of it was so much work and I was about ready to pull my hair out. What a word, hassle. It sounds like what it means. It’s just uncomfortable to write. Hassle. Two s’s, an awkward l and e at the end. The word just make things worse, let’s be honest.
almost like a hustler? and wahst is a husteler anyways? is that even how thats spelled? is it spelled or spelt? idk…. darn it, i’m using text abbreviations. I am now thuroughly ashamed of myself. Oh well, I apologize world for this sad and depressing rant :( and that little frowny face.
Hassle. Anything from the insignificance of taking the bins out, to the overcomplicated trials of everyday life. Universal to all, and present in everything.
She din’t want to be tied down, stuck. So she ran. From committement, from stress. Because touch and go was better than the hassle of love.
She cried every night.
“This won’t be a hassle?”
“Nah,” chewed Rodrigo, nomming at the bent cigarette that was turning to liquid ash in his mouth. “No hassle. No pressure. No mess.”
Dr. Simeon leaned forward against his desk, his bad knee shrieking against the wooden frame. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rodrigo lilted. “We can do this no problem.”
A pain in the ass. Traffic on the way home from work, running into moms with a million kids in the middle of the produce section in the grocery store, sticking their hands into the grapes and pulling out a few to munch on. Leaving some saliva behind. That’s a hassle.
He hassled me into a confrontation I could never return to. It was something that I could never forgive him for. I thought we were friends? I thought I could trust him. But I was wrong. He’s just like the rest. I just thought he was different…
struggle why do we go through this every time you don’t have to make things so difficult i’m tired of this just stop it i’m tired of going through the same thing and the struggle is horrible so i’m done.
I’m not complaining but it’s a hassle getting four kids under eight out the door each morning.
– Dad
it was a hassle to carry all those things. Sure they had to leave the house in a hurry and she couldnt really think properly, not with the men standing in the door, watching every move and pushing them to be quicker.
What to take, what to leave? Should she discard something along the way?
It is a hassle to do anything which is entirely out of one’s way. Perhaps if we omitted the thought of such a hassle we would become less self-important snobs and actually go out of our way in order to help one in need without considering the fact that it is a complete and utter hassle on our part.
Things I don’t like. Things that seem to last forever, when really they may be much simpler than that. A hassle. It’s a hassle to think about you. really, there’s no point in doing it. But i seem todo it anyway. Every last thought in my mind, is a hassle about you. You are that hassle.
Do NOT hassle me!! I am doing my job as well as I can and I will not do it any better with jibber jabber from you!!! Give me some time to recoup and restart…please?
It was really a hassle to deal with my little brother. You’d think he’d be old enough to do things for himself, but he’s about as helpless as a deer in headlights. Ever since the accident a few years ago. He doesn’t like to talk about it. In fact, he doesn’t like to talk at all anymore.
it’s too much work.
that frustrated, tense
feel like your heart
and head is going to explode.
it’s too much complication,
that confusing,
dizzying
thought.
that thought where you ask
yourself
was this
all really
worth
it?
It was a total hassle, going to the shops at that time of night, but it was necessary and she had promised. Promises were turning out to be the bane of Jessie’s existence lately and here was another to add to the heap.
its such a hassle to be in love. im sitting here texting someone im still in love with whom i shouldnt be while my very loving tender boyfriend texts me too. its such a fucking hassle.i miss him so god damn much and i want him more than anything but bobby is perfect and sweet and i love him too and he’ll always be my first. always. no matter who or what or dylan bobby is my first and that should count for something right?
This is.
Bob Bumpkin looked awkward on the brilliant showroom floor. “Hassle-free,” he repeated after the salesman. He cocked his head and asked “Really?” The salesman impatiently brushed a speck from the cuff of his jacket then glanced at Bob. “That is correct, Mr. Bumpkin.” Bob shifted on his feet. “What exactly does ‘hassle-free’ mean? Exactly.” The salesman said, “Well, Mr. Bumpkin, it means you don’t have to spend all day choosing from all our fantastic models, or haggling with me to get a deal after several trips back and forth between you and my manager, or worrying about the interest rate on your loan.” Bob frowned, said “Why is that? “ “Because we do all that for you, Mr. Bumpkin. We even sign your name and initials in the 23 different places one or both are required.”
Love is the biggest hassle of all. It’s not always worth it, but it does make you happy. Not always forever, but for some small time, the human mind is contented with simply loving, though it is ridiculously difficult at times.
ok, well the interesting thing about hassle is that Mark Holbrook does it to me all the time. He’s such a nob. Also her lives in hasslesbride. Coincidence? don’t think so. Seems like such an idiot. I really hate him. fucking nob head. Bilals bad too he is gay.
Hassle, too much hassle. Hair and clothes, weight and skin. Friends and family, school and work! It’s too much, all the time. Hassle, hassle, hassle. It never stops. Always pressure, do this, do that. Well no. NO I don’t want to any more.
Every time I wake up, I wish I hadn’t. It would be so much easier to just pass away and never have to put up with all the bullshit we call life again. Stupid people, no jobs and nothing fun. Life is nothing but a hassle, a series of disappointments.
Everything is a hassle depending on who has to do it. What one might find to be the most natural and easiest task, other could grow nervous over and anticipate in fright, really, depending on their level of comfort and the importance the task holds for one.
Don’t hassle me, I don’t want you around me, hounding me. I’ll do it when and where I want. You telling me you want it NOW only makes me want to wait longer. Just stop, stop! Go hassle someone else, go pressure someone else for a change. I don’t need you nagging in my ear “Get it done! Get it done!” I know it needs to be done!
betrayal
What do I think is a hassle? Hair. Friends. Family. Life. Everything is a hassle, but if it wasn’t a hassle, it wouldn’t be worth it in the end. I have been trying so hard this year to make it through the endless things that life throws at me, especially overworking. I guess hassles are just a part of life that you have to learn from.
Different types of people demanding different things from you. Trying to do things you don’t full heartedly want to do. Going to any government related agency. Buying a house. Baywwatch. Don’t hassle the Hoff.
I don’t want any more hassles. Really. I think I’ve had enough. I want one day to go swimmingly. Magnificently. Or at lease hassle free. I think there might be a haiku in there. Anyway, I don’t want any more issues, or problems, or upsets, or inconveniences.
Hassle. It’s a hassle to be here. Living, trying, working and thinking and you always are wondering what’s it all for? Why even bother? All of this is just kinda shitty anyways. But then something beautiful happens and you can’t even remember or think back to all that hassle, the mess. It’s all lively and happy and it’s always been that way, or hasn’t it?
I should have known it would be just a big hassle. It always was with Sara. She never did what we expected her to, what she should do. She was always drama.
I walked into the lobby of her apartment building and saw her standing by the elevators with her suitcase. Figures. She couldn’t even come outside like a normal person, had to be all dramatic, waiting in the lobby with her suitcase, crying.
I sighed and walked to help her with her suitcase.