saturday.. party time :) … weekend.. relax… look outside.. enjoy the view.. the climb.. saturday.. weekend .. day to throw thoughts out the window.. words into the sky.. and anger out into the wind… day to start new :)
Saturday is not today it’s tomorrow….goodbye tomorrow because it’s always today but somehow Saturday you still will come like a ghost in the night as I wait for you.
The day after Friday. It was supposed to be the start of a beautiful friendship. It was supposed to be a stressful, energetic, yet satisfying day. Now it will be a normal day. A day just like any other. There will be nothing special about this Saturday. There will probably be nothing special about Saturday’s ever again.
Saturday morning hangover. Friday I spend the night trying to drink away all that built up angst and emotions I hid away during the week. Trying to cleanse myself by poisoning my body with alcohol and drugs. Come Saturday, it all hits me like an 18 wheeler truck and lingers until it’s time for round two.
saturday is the best day of the week because things always seem to go write on saturdays and thats when concerts and parties are and even though i usually have to work on saturdays i still like them because they always turn out great
Saturday. The warm sun warming my skin, a soft breeze strokes my bare arms as I walk alone in the city. In the small alleys are cats bathing in the sun as well, enjoying the simplicity of life on such a beautiful day.
I couldn’t wait til Saturday came and I had an excuse to show off my new body. I’d never been comfortable enough to wear a tank top. But I figure, I’ve been working out and I’m lighter than I’ve ever been, I’m getting tanned, and they say that feeling good about yourself makes others see you positively. It also helped that I planned on getting hammered.
Saturday was supposed to be a good day, wasn’t it? It usually is. Except today the fucking apocalypse started. No biggie. Fuck Saturdays. Fuck fuck fuck Saturdays. It’s a literal hell.
is the day people love to hate. It’s hangover day, it’s I want to rest but i don’t want to waste the weekend day. It’s the day before the day before I have to go back to that place…the place that makes me wish it was saturday again.
But not me. I love Saturday. Love the sun that’s up a little higher. Love the light, how much brighter it is as I sleep, sleep, sleep until I’m good and damn ready to get up and see what’s out there for me on Saturday.
A day of possibilities, of relief and making you feel fresh again. Nothing can stop you on Saturday. I like to think it can be a day of family, or friends, or even just you time. This is why its great. Its anything, the possibilites are endless.
I like Saturdays, but not as much as thursdays. Saturdays are closer to Mondays. The internet is good because on a Saturday, things that you can’t do because of work are only open until 12. Which means you lye in, doesn’t happen. Until the internet that is.
I wish this would shuffle different words so I could use it more than once a day. I mean, I suppose I could write about Saturday again and again and again. But I want a new word. Something that will surprise me. MONDAY.
Saturday is the best day of the week, it;s a day to spend with family and friends. My worst saturday was a long time ago, it was raining so I had to play inside. Saturdays rock, except for Hadrian’s Saturdays.
Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t have to work that’s great. But today is Friday. I like Saturday’s and Friday’s the best. Those are the days I usually get to hang out with my friends.
Finally, some respite from the week. As the theme song of one of my favorite cartoons goes, “I’m livin’ for the weekend.” And the best part of the weekend is Saturday. No matter what bullshit is waiting for you next week, Saturday is the one day where you can just say “fuck it, I’m gonna watch Parks & Rec all the livelong day.”
Saturday is the day that follows Friday, I usually work on Saturdays which is a pain really because I tend to go out with my friends if I get the chance to. Saturdays are usually fun (if im not working) and can be spent in the cinema or out with friends.
Saturday is the day of getting fucked up. The day of day drinking and daylight lovemaking. We are the generation of excess, the generation of technology. Your kids who you taught to be better then you but only grew up to imitate you and transform into something that you don’t understand.
Tomorrow is Saturday, but what does it mean to be Saturday? Nothing, really, because Saturday is a manmade invention. It is our label for a day of a week which is another label. And everything about time is a label. that
Saturday reminds me of sunshine. Saturday reminds me of shopping with my mom and icecream. Sometimes I am not working of Saturday, but I don´t mind working because Saturday is Saturday and it is always a good day
This Saturday is going to suck. I’ll eat to much, get fat, drool on my pillow, and get nothing done. Then Sunday will come and suck even more. And then Monday will come- and why am I so angsty?
Saturdays are the best days of the week. School is out and you don’t need to worry about homework yet. You are finally free from the jailhouse called school and you can roam free with all your friends. unless you dont have any.
I love Saturdays, they used to mean a lot to me, but now they’ve changed. I hope for the better. We can’t worry about change too much I suppose because it happens every day but still, I miss my old Saturdays but I’m too scared to ask for them back in case a certain somebody thinks I’m weird. I over think things and can be clingy at the best of times, I used to cling to my Saturdays.
hello i am awsome and i pwned everyone quickscoped their and here. and i quick scoped wih my clan member RaWz DORIIX (CASPER) AND HE WAS SO HYTPERi own at mw2 OMG HE WAS EATING SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!
i wait for saturdays to see you; days spent kissing it the rain, or picnics beneath blazing sun. We fall asleep, your arms wrapped around my body, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, as the sun sets and pools of velvety shadow descend.
we’re at the shore and i can hear the waves singing over the sand that breathes through my toes and i never thought i could love new york again but when i’m with you, i do, oh god, i do, and maybe this is where we will get married, standing here, with the breeze salty tangled in our hair, and i can feel the moon sending horses down in front of us cackling like dolphins.
Saturday again? Friday evening and I’m so interesting I just keep writing about a day that hasn’t even come. Well I guess this is a reunion, Mr Saturday.
Saturdays, the days when the stressful week is forgotten and the hype of the weekend sinks in. On saturdays anything is possible because of course it is the first day of the weekend and you still have the Sunday coming next.
The one thing that people in conventional society seem to crave above all else is the elusive Saturday – the end of work, the break in the tide. Yet, as I look around me, I do not see an end. I see people still working, maybe not for pay, but for glory, or for recognition, or for desire.
I do not understand.
saturday I may go to my parents’ house to make a watermelon feta cheese salad with pepper vinagrette. my mom responds to any old tale with “that’s nice” and “yea”, and so I wonder if it’s even worth telling her all that’s happened lately.
this was the day my dad took us out to get candy in the morning–it was the best part of the day. We all pretended we were happy when dad wasn’t at work but it was usually grim.
After candy came the clean up the anger and the thrashing around we looked forward to Monday
ah saterday, its my first ever gay pride, that im going to with my first ever girlfriend, i love her, but i still sort of love the first girl i was in love with, but i love my girlfriend more, i wonder if you can ever stop loving someone completely, or it just stays there, i wander if ill ever truly be indifferent to any girl ive loved,
Saturday. As every day, as all days. Saturday, so unimportant I dont even know what day that is. I would have to think to know really. But who cares, its just another day.
Saturday. No doubt everyone’s favorite day right? Well, not me. Saturdays are always filled with me clumsily trying to fill my time and make plans. I much prefer a school day. A day where I can do something important with my time. Something useful. A day where my friends are happy to conversate with me. Saturday’s are not exactly right for everyone.
Saturday opens a panoply of possibilities. I usually feel overwhelmed by the freedom of not having to work and instead of doing anything constructive, drown my inability to decide ‘what to do’ with red wine. The alcohol gives way to chemically-induced feelings of well being and self-confidence, which I cherish and lack throughout the work week. I can hardly wait until tomorrow!
saturday.. party time :) … weekend.. relax… look outside.. enjoy the view.. the climb.. saturday.. weekend .. day to throw thoughts out the window.. words into the sky.. and anger out into the wind… day to start new :)
Saturday is not today it’s tomorrow….goodbye tomorrow because it’s always today but somehow Saturday you still will come like a ghost in the night as I wait for you.
The day after Friday. It was supposed to be the start of a beautiful friendship. It was supposed to be a stressful, energetic, yet satisfying day. Now it will be a normal day. A day just like any other. There will be nothing special about this Saturday. There will probably be nothing special about Saturday’s ever again.
Saturday morning hangover. Friday I spend the night trying to drink away all that built up angst and emotions I hid away during the week. Trying to cleanse myself by poisoning my body with alcohol and drugs. Come Saturday, it all hits me like an 18 wheeler truck and lingers until it’s time for round two.
saturday is the best day of the week because things always seem to go write on saturdays and thats when concerts and parties are and even though i usually have to work on saturdays i still like them because they always turn out great
Saturday. The warm sun warming my skin, a soft breeze strokes my bare arms as I walk alone in the city. In the small alleys are cats bathing in the sun as well, enjoying the simplicity of life on such a beautiful day.
I couldn’t wait til Saturday came and I had an excuse to show off my new body. I’d never been comfortable enough to wear a tank top. But I figure, I’ve been working out and I’m lighter than I’ve ever been, I’m getting tanned, and they say that feeling good about yourself makes others see you positively. It also helped that I planned on getting hammered.
Saturday was supposed to be a good day, wasn’t it? It usually is. Except today the fucking apocalypse started. No biggie. Fuck Saturdays. Fuck fuck fuck Saturdays. It’s a literal hell.
is the day people love to hate. It’s hangover day, it’s I want to rest but i don’t want to waste the weekend day. It’s the day before the day before I have to go back to that place…the place that makes me wish it was saturday again.
But not me. I love Saturday. Love the sun that’s up a little higher. Love the light, how much brighter it is as I sleep, sleep, sleep until I’m good and damn ready to get up and see what’s out there for me on Saturday.
My favorite day of the week of course. Don’t have to work… and don’t have to think about going back quite yet! Love it!
The days of the week mean nothing when you’re not here. The months in a year mean nothing. The years in a lifetime are meaningless without you.
Freedom from the week with the knowledge that you still have tomorrow. The calm before the storm. Or maybe the eye, depends on how you look at it.
A day of possibilities, of relief and making you feel fresh again. Nothing can stop you on Saturday. I like to think it can be a day of family, or friends, or even just you time. This is why its great. Its anything, the possibilites are endless.
I like Saturdays, but not as much as thursdays. Saturdays are closer to Mondays. The internet is good because on a Saturday, things that you can’t do because of work are only open until 12. Which means you lye in, doesn’t happen. Until the internet that is.
Freedom from the week with the knowledge that you still have tomorrow.
I wish this would shuffle different words so I could use it more than once a day. I mean, I suppose I could write about Saturday again and again and again. But I want a new word. Something that will surprise me. MONDAY.
Saturday is the best day of the week, it;s a day to spend with family and friends. My worst saturday was a long time ago, it was raining so I had to play inside. Saturdays rock, except for Hadrian’s Saturdays.
tomorrow is Saturday, I think he died on a Saturday. Or maybe his funeral was on a Saturday, it doesn’t matter, i relate his death to Saturday-
Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t have to work that’s great. But today is Friday. I like Saturday’s and Friday’s the best. Those are the days I usually get to hang out with my friends.
Finally, some respite from the week. As the theme song of one of my favorite cartoons goes, “I’m livin’ for the weekend.” And the best part of the weekend is Saturday. No matter what bullshit is waiting for you next week, Saturday is the one day where you can just say “fuck it, I’m gonna watch Parks & Rec all the livelong day.”
Saturday is the day that follows Friday, I usually work on Saturdays which is a pain really because I tend to go out with my friends if I get the chance to. Saturdays are usually fun (if im not working) and can be spent in the cinema or out with friends.
Saturday is the day of getting fucked up. The day of day drinking and daylight lovemaking. We are the generation of excess, the generation of technology. Your kids who you taught to be better then you but only grew up to imitate you and transform into something that you don’t understand.
Tomorrow is Saturday, but what does it mean to be Saturday? Nothing, really, because Saturday is a manmade invention. It is our label for a day of a week which is another label. And everything about time is a label. that
Saturday reminds me of sunshine. Saturday reminds me of shopping with my mom and icecream. Sometimes I am not working of Saturday, but I don´t mind working because Saturday is Saturday and it is always a good day
This Saturday is going to suck. I’ll eat to much, get fat, drool on my pillow, and get nothing done. Then Sunday will come and suck even more. And then Monday will come- and why am I so angsty?
Ah, saturdays. A day to spend light-heartedly with friends. A day for self just before catching-up Sunday
Saturdays are the best days of the week. School is out and you don’t need to worry about homework yet. You are finally free from the jailhouse called school and you can roam free with all your friends. unless you dont have any.
I love Saturdays, they used to mean a lot to me, but now they’ve changed. I hope for the better. We can’t worry about change too much I suppose because it happens every day but still, I miss my old Saturdays but I’m too scared to ask for them back in case a certain somebody thinks I’m weird. I over think things and can be clingy at the best of times, I used to cling to my Saturdays.
hello i am awsome and i pwned everyone quickscoped their and here. and i quick scoped wih my clan member RaWz DORIIX (CASPER) AND HE WAS SO HYTPERi own at mw2 OMG HE WAS EATING SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!
i wait for saturdays to see you; days spent kissing it the rain, or picnics beneath blazing sun. We fall asleep, your arms wrapped around my body, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, as the sun sets and pools of velvety shadow descend.
we’re at the shore and i can hear the waves singing over the sand that breathes through my toes and i never thought i could love new york again but when i’m with you, i do, oh god, i do, and maybe this is where we will get married, standing here, with the breeze salty tangled in our hair, and i can feel the moon sending horses down in front of us cackling like dolphins.
Saturday again? Friday evening and I’m so interesting I just keep writing about a day that hasn’t even come. Well I guess this is a reunion, Mr Saturday.
Saturdays, the days when the stressful week is forgotten and the hype of the weekend sinks in. On saturdays anything is possible because of course it is the first day of the weekend and you still have the Sunday coming next.
The one thing that people in conventional society seem to crave above all else is the elusive Saturday – the end of work, the break in the tide. Yet, as I look around me, I do not see an end. I see people still working, maybe not for pay, but for glory, or for recognition, or for desire.
I do not understand.
saturday I may go to my parents’ house to make a watermelon feta cheese salad with pepper vinagrette. my mom responds to any old tale with “that’s nice” and “yea”, and so I wonder if it’s even worth telling her all that’s happened lately.
this was the day my dad took us out to get candy in the morning–it was the best part of the day. We all pretended we were happy when dad wasn’t at work but it was usually grim.
After candy came the clean up the anger and the thrashing around we looked forward to Monday
ah saterday, its my first ever gay pride, that im going to with my first ever girlfriend, i love her, but i still sort of love the first girl i was in love with, but i love my girlfriend more, i wonder if you can ever stop loving someone completely, or it just stays there, i wander if ill ever truly be indifferent to any girl ive loved,
Saturday. As every day, as all days. Saturday, so unimportant I dont even know what day that is. I would have to think to know really. But who cares, its just another day.
Saturday. No doubt everyone’s favorite day right? Well, not me. Saturdays are always filled with me clumsily trying to fill my time and make plans. I much prefer a school day. A day where I can do something important with my time. Something useful. A day where my friends are happy to conversate with me. Saturday’s are not exactly right for everyone.
Saturday opens a panoply of possibilities. I usually feel overwhelmed by the freedom of not having to work and instead of doing anything constructive, drown my inability to decide ‘what to do’ with red wine. The alcohol gives way to chemically-induced feelings of well being and self-confidence, which I cherish and lack throughout the work week. I can hardly wait until tomorrow!