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I've never grasped the whole dating thing. The hanging out thing? Yes. But never has someone asked me on a date, picked me up, took me to dinner and after we walked and talked and held hands. Then drove me home to awkwardly attempt to kiss me with eventual success at my front step. That's dating right?
She moved slow and frustratedly. Her head was slumped and her gaze was vacant. Fatigue was an understatement. She was utterly exhausted. No more marathons. Ever.
"Well aren't you all high society!"
"I'm wearing a suit...?"
"You think you're better than me cuz' you can tie a tie?"
"No... I think I'm better than you because I say 'Because' instead of 'cuz'... They make clip on ties so you'd be fine in that department."
This man claims to have never been to the defendant's home. But I intend to prove without a shadow of a doubt that he has in fact been there many, many times. So many times, that he has his own key. That he used that key to enter the victims home undetected and murdered him in his sleep on the night in question.
It's hard to think sometimes. Well I guess we're always thinking. But I mean it's hard to focus on one thing and think about one thing. Like cars, books, watermelons, cooking shows, handlebars, sparkles, smokes, fingers, weasels and burbank. All those words danced around in my head right after one another and I couldn't just think about one of them. Life's hard!
One of my wall's was decorated with two big posters. One of all the flags from all the countries in the world. Beside it was Princess Peach from Super Mario, it had a big caption that said "You can do it!" I always took that as a warm encouraging statement to me about "I" being able to "do it" whatever "it" was. But years later I think I realized it was meant to be a statement to Mario, about being able to save her. Like this poster was meant for little boys to learn they had to save a woman. That's kind of sad for both boys and girls...
A group of crows is called a murder. A big group of crows near by is scary enough already but now I have to know it’s called a MURDER!? I’m surrounded by a murder of crows. Everything’s fine. No big deal. Just me and a murder
The features of this child look much like her fathers but are animated and twinkling like her mothers. She has a gorgeous sister with a smile that could light a city. The features of this child include a dimple on her left cheek, that comes out when she really laughs. Warm brown eyes that have seen this world many times over and a smile that is the slightest bit crooked, but beams at almost every word.
Well this is just swell. I got nothing today. Nope. Nada. Nothing. It's swell.
Baby is a word that scares my boyfriend. If I talk about a friends cute baby he gets all squirmy and says "Stop pressuring me!" If I get a stomach ache for any reason he's like "Are you pregnant?!" It's pretty funny to see him sweat.
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