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Everytime I see the word "octopus" I think of the Beatles. Ringo wrote a song about how octopi like to find shiny things and bring them to the cave in which they take residence and leave them in the "garden." Guess what it's called.
She walked into her room, backpack slung over her shoulder, and threw her book down on the vanity. She loved the "thump" of her book as it hit the wooden surface. The room still smelled like the perfume she'd applied here hours before, a sweet, warm smell she couldn't describe.
OH WOW. My cousin, Samantha. She's my best friend ever. She is seriously the most amazing person in my life. I don't know what I would do with out her. Samantha is my other half, my guardian angel, my light in the dark. :)
Can we discuss this, please? I feel like you don't even care. Whenever there's a problem, you run away and hit on all my friends and then beg for me back. Why don't you just try to talk to me for a change, eh? That'd be nice, really. ...I love you.
Everyone is going to post something about leaves rustling in trees. I'd like to be different, and write about something else, but I can't think of anything else. I guess we all think the same way. Oh, humans.
The leaves rustled in the trees nearby. She sat, silent, waiting for him to come back, knowing he never would. After a few minutes, she sighed and turned back to find a new home.
I'm all strung out and I don't want to do anything today. I think I'll just waste the day away and lie in bed listening to the rain softly tap on my window, wishing I wrapped up in his arms rather than in this blanket. It would make the perfect day.
Flowers go in a vase. Then a little kid breaks the vase. And the mom gets mad. I feel bad for the flowers because they no longer have a home. It is a sad sad time when a child breaks a vase. Very sad.
I don't really know what to say here. When I hear the word "generate" I think of my old math teacher who once worked for general electrics. She acted like a dinosaur. Hmmm.
The word today is "beach." This annoys me very much because that was the word yesterday. I love the beach, but I would like to write about something else. Maybe it should change to hat, bed, piano, bag, pants, or kiss. I dunno. Anything works for me.