Her quaint mannerisms amused me: the way she would glance around the room, every so often, as if she saw something out of the corner of her eye, the way that she tapped out an every changing rhythm on the table with her fingers, everything.
I am very amused by him. He makes me laugh every day. I wish that I could talk to him all of the time, because he is so amusing. He is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very amusing!!!
she is happy she is tallented and she amuses everyone with her actions she tries to be something she is not but you know what.. she isnt anything.. she was something tell she went down the wrong path now everyone is amused with the bad things that she does.. she is broken
I could sit and amuse myself all day by trying to come up with things to say about the little purple word that is assigned to me at random by this website. Sometimes it’s easy to put thoughts down, and other times, like now… I draw a complete blank.
It was so amusing to me how you always managed to make me smile even in the darkest of times. You’d shove straws up your nose to make yourself look like a walrus, or you’d tell me the funniest jokes that I just couldn’t help but burst into tears at because I would laugh for minutes on end. You were truly great, do you know that? Thank you for being there for me. Thank you.
Allison
here in this materialistic place, its so easy to amuse anyone or even please. this is one place a luxurious celebrity would live in. a glamorous hotty lives like a child cause she never gets enough. if i were king, i would like to live here. only live here for a month and see if i will survive or never come back out.
What amuses us the most, we look forward to the most. And what amuses us the least, we look forward to the least.
Then there’s those especially annoying times where we look forward to something so greatly that we can barely contain our need for it, and when we get there we find that our inspiration has dried up and it’s a pointless exercise in wasted time.
Jordan
She said to the five year old, “Tell me what Captain America was about,” and he told her all about the bad guy and something about Captain America’s suit. “What color was his suit,” she asked. He opened his mouth to say, then stopped and said,”American colors, duh.” So amused.
I find it amusing that most of the time coffee makes me more sleepy, but today, after just one cup, I find myself uncomfortably wired. It’s unusual. I feel more alert but I don’t know if the sensation I feel because of it is worth it.
I really, really, really have to poop.
MJ
I was a bit amused when I saw the girl, she was wearing cat ears and refered to herself as an Otaku– it just really annoyed me . I don’t know why, i mean I’ve been known to read some manga now and again, but taking it to that level was annoying.
Amuse me. Play with my heart. Make it dance, and sing and maybe do some kind of self-help thing, where it doesn’t have to depend on your fingers to bend it into shape.
Take away the ropes that you have tied around it and scratch the words off the walls that say I can’t cope without you.
rolo
“Amuse me,” he said. “How?” she replied back with a snark of a smile. This little game that they have been playing has been going on for two weeks now, both of them too scared to fall into commitment. Having fun is one thing, but having a dedication to each other is a polar opposite. Am i ready for love? That’s one question that i have to ask myself, and it’s the one answer that i’m not ready to tell yet. I’ll keep it to my self; i’ll amuse myself.
you used to amuse me like a kid is by watching the rain dropping drop drop plonk the window pain. you still amuse like a grown up is by watching the rain whoosh splash such in my ass such a pain.
i amuse myself with antics
that are very shy of dramatic
it’s a simple game in tantric
how i totally lead you on
i’m not trying to be a problem
but you’ve let me get inside you
just your head and how i said
whatever you needed to hear
so if you can’t take the heat
of how you sat me in your seat
it won’t get any easier
you’ll only fall more deep
Watching me write is a good way to find amusement. Which isn’t really the word of the day but that’s ok. It’s close enough. Man I just have no creative thoughts lately. I’m slogging around with the word of the day. I guess it’s amusing…
I am ever so amused by those girls who try and act all popular and who think they have all of these friends, but in reality, because of the fact that they’re so mean to everybody, they have no friends, and if they do, they’re fake friends.
She was so angry with him. He had read her on-line profile which clearly said she was looking to date someone and get into a long term relationship.
But each conversation was laced with sexual innuendo or even downright personal questions. She could hear how amused he was with her frustration.
Finally, she told him that if he was only looking for a hook-up that she was not the woman for him. But if he wanted to get to know her, and not just her bra size or panty choice, then he could continue.
It was then that she heard the click of the phone.
ChaCubed
She stifled a laugh. A smirk emitted from her lips. She didn’t know if it was actually a good joke. She wasn’t paying attention to the people around her, who laughed heartily. And she quietly hoped that he wasn’t either. She only wanted to make him smile at her, to know that he was looking back at her too.
“I hope you’re at least amused by the fact that you must be after someone every minute of every day. You can’t be alone because then you feel unloved. And that’s horrible for you because you don’t even know what love is. You have your own twisted perception of it, and for you, that’s good enough. But for me, it never will be.”
He sat at the bar, observing the crowd over his beer. His friend besides hadn’t spoken for a while, lost in his own world in some other dimension. Gary looked at this bunch seeming like kids, probably all excited over their first legal drink. Then he looked over to the couple who seemed newly in love, and thought to himself how that might turn out. Chuckling to himself and nodding, he felt tipsy, and decided to go over to the restroom where he puked, having drunk way over his capacity. After a bit of straightening himself, he walked back to Dean, and accepted he was going to have to find a way to get him home without Dean losing it on the way and acting all goofy. One drunk handling the other. He laughed out aloud, as this was the only thing that had managed to amuse him in a while.
Amuse me. Amuse me to death. Amuse me until I wish to think again, but can no longer strain a thought. Broken, beaten, disenchanted, with what you offer as entertainment and with what is truly good. Amuse me for that is all that their is left of me; that which the clown can control.
I like to be entertained. When my friends are not around, I like to amuse myself by writing things. I wish those things I wrote were clever. Honestly, they really aren’t. They’re just lonely.
Carolineshine13@gmail.com
Ahh I think of boys…sometimes when they’re trying to impress a girl, or get her attention, they’ll do funny stuff. Maybe not funny to them, but to us girls, it’s funny. Boys certainly know how to make life interesting.
There is a lot that will amuse me when I think of my best friend from childhood. He just had that kind of wit. It’s too bad he’s dead now. I wish he wasn’t. Too young. People shouldn’t die like that.
“Amuse me,” she instructed. I had fantasized about this, or something close to it, for two years. But the tone in Cassandra’s voice was one of stern reproach. Scoffing, almost, as if I couldn’t pull it off.
Raymond Masters
/slight interest in something
slightly odd and out of pattern
a highlight of the day
my boxers on his head
a cat leaping from the fridge when you open it
a long time friend that shows up after years of missing each other.
sandy
If you’re not amused by what’s around you, if the world fails to entertain, your mind is in the wrong place.
No names.
I’m amused. Truly.
The way the pen falls to the ground and skitters through the house. It’s brilliant.
Ten simple words.
I killed you, I hope you like that myself. Love.
And then I die.
Fall to the floor, hands curl slightly, and I’ve never been more amused.
I am a clown. I have a red nose. I make people laugh. I love clowning. I met great people through clowning. I miss the class. It was FANTASTIC! the end.
Marci
From across the table, he looked more unimpressive than ever. Did he really think this would amuse anyone? A downward spiral of bad decisions that seemed to suck everyone down? He smirked. Did he really just smirk? c
Liz Wood
“Do I amuse you?” he asked with a smirk and a sly glint in his eyes.
“Oh, very much.” I replied. “You mesmerize me with your enigmatic ways, and then sometimes you surprise me so much it makes me laugh and wonder why I thought you were so deep. I’m not sure what to think of you from one minute to the next, much less one day to the next. I will never understand you. But I enjoy all the changing facets of your very fascinating personality.”
Don’t know why, but it amuses me to do it. I tell you detective, if I knew at the time that something was wrong with me, I would never asked him on a date. Now that I know, perhaps, who knows, you can ask me on a date.
to do so is the most loved pastime.at times viewed different, closer to patronizing or mistaken for placation, but still enjoyed none the less.
A muse… ing. Very. Have you met my wife Shelley? She is my flamme, my muuse.
it is called an amusement park
everyone there has fun galore
watching a baby giggle that belly giggle for now reason is past amusing and i love it
Her quaint mannerisms amused me: the way she would glance around the room, every so often, as if she saw something out of the corner of her eye, the way that she tapped out an every changing rhythm on the table with her fingers, everything.
Everybody seeks it. They do what ever they want. They kill and die for. Just to find themselves happy and to forget just a bit about a pitty life.
I am very amused by him. He makes me laugh every day. I wish that I could talk to him all of the time, because he is so amusing. He is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very amusing!!!
she is happy she is tallented and she amuses everyone with her actions she tries to be something she is not but you know what.. she isnt anything.. she was something tell she went down the wrong path now everyone is amused with the bad things that she does.. she is broken
I could sit and amuse myself all day by trying to come up with things to say about the little purple word that is assigned to me at random by this website. Sometimes it’s easy to put thoughts down, and other times, like now… I draw a complete blank.
It was so amusing to me how you always managed to make me smile even in the darkest of times. You’d shove straws up your nose to make yourself look like a walrus, or you’d tell me the funniest jokes that I just couldn’t help but burst into tears at because I would laugh for minutes on end. You were truly great, do you know that? Thank you for being there for me. Thank you.
here in this materialistic place, its so easy to amuse anyone or even please. this is one place a luxurious celebrity would live in. a glamorous hotty lives like a child cause she never gets enough. if i were king, i would like to live here. only live here for a month and see if i will survive or never come back out.
What amuses us the most, we look forward to the most. And what amuses us the least, we look forward to the least.
Then there’s those especially annoying times where we look forward to something so greatly that we can barely contain our need for it, and when we get there we find that our inspiration has dried up and it’s a pointless exercise in wasted time.
She said to the five year old, “Tell me what Captain America was about,” and he told her all about the bad guy and something about Captain America’s suit. “What color was his suit,” she asked. He opened his mouth to say, then stopped and said,”American colors, duh.” So amused.
Amuse me, with your deep sea eyes, with your salty tears, with the shore of your eyelids and the sand of your lies.
I find it amusing that most of the time coffee makes me more sleepy, but today, after just one cup, I find myself uncomfortably wired. It’s unusual. I feel more alert but I don’t know if the sensation I feel because of it is worth it.
I really, really, really have to poop.
I was a bit amused when I saw the girl, she was wearing cat ears and refered to herself as an Otaku– it just really annoyed me . I don’t know why, i mean I’ve been known to read some manga now and again, but taking it to that level was annoying.
Amuse me. Play with my heart. Make it dance, and sing and maybe do some kind of self-help thing, where it doesn’t have to depend on your fingers to bend it into shape.
Take away the ropes that you have tied around it and scratch the words off the walls that say I can’t cope without you.
“Amuse me,” he said. “How?” she replied back with a snark of a smile. This little game that they have been playing has been going on for two weeks now, both of them too scared to fall into commitment. Having fun is one thing, but having a dedication to each other is a polar opposite. Am i ready for love? That’s one question that i have to ask myself, and it’s the one answer that i’m not ready to tell yet. I’ll keep it to my self; i’ll amuse myself.
you used to amuse me like a kid is by watching the rain dropping drop drop plonk the window pain. you still amuse like a grown up is by watching the rain whoosh splash such in my ass such a pain.
i amuse myself with antics
that are very shy of dramatic
it’s a simple game in tantric
how i totally lead you on
i’m not trying to be a problem
but you’ve let me get inside you
just your head and how i said
whatever you needed to hear
so if you can’t take the heat
of how you sat me in your seat
it won’t get any easier
you’ll only fall more deep
© LL
Watching me write is a good way to find amusement. Which isn’t really the word of the day but that’s ok. It’s close enough. Man I just have no creative thoughts lately. I’m slogging around with the word of the day. I guess it’s amusing…
I am ever so amused by those girls who try and act all popular and who think they have all of these friends, but in reality, because of the fact that they’re so mean to everybody, they have no friends, and if they do, they’re fake friends.
She was so angry with him. He had read her on-line profile which clearly said she was looking to date someone and get into a long term relationship.
But each conversation was laced with sexual innuendo or even downright personal questions. She could hear how amused he was with her frustration.
Finally, she told him that if he was only looking for a hook-up that she was not the woman for him. But if he wanted to get to know her, and not just her bra size or panty choice, then he could continue.
It was then that she heard the click of the phone.
She stifled a laugh. A smirk emitted from her lips. She didn’t know if it was actually a good joke. She wasn’t paying attention to the people around her, who laughed heartily. And she quietly hoped that he wasn’t either. She only wanted to make him smile at her, to know that he was looking back at her too.
I’m easily amused, naive even. So you took advantage of that.
“I hope you’re at least amused by the fact that you must be after someone every minute of every day. You can’t be alone because then you feel unloved. And that’s horrible for you because you don’t even know what love is. You have your own twisted perception of it, and for you, that’s good enough. But for me, it never will be.”
He sat at the bar, observing the crowd over his beer. His friend besides hadn’t spoken for a while, lost in his own world in some other dimension. Gary looked at this bunch seeming like kids, probably all excited over their first legal drink. Then he looked over to the couple who seemed newly in love, and thought to himself how that might turn out. Chuckling to himself and nodding, he felt tipsy, and decided to go over to the restroom where he puked, having drunk way over his capacity. After a bit of straightening himself, he walked back to Dean, and accepted he was going to have to find a way to get him home without Dean losing it on the way and acting all goofy. One drunk handling the other. He laughed out aloud, as this was the only thing that had managed to amuse him in a while.
Amuse me. Amuse me to death. Amuse me until I wish to think again, but can no longer strain a thought. Broken, beaten, disenchanted, with what you offer as entertainment and with what is truly good. Amuse me for that is all that their is left of me; that which the clown can control.
myself!!! If I have too much time on my hands it can lead me to dangerous places trying to amuse myself! not got much else to say on this one today :(
I like to be entertained. When my friends are not around, I like to amuse myself by writing things. I wish those things I wrote were clever. Honestly, they really aren’t. They’re just lonely.
Ahh I think of boys…sometimes when they’re trying to impress a girl, or get her attention, they’ll do funny stuff. Maybe not funny to them, but to us girls, it’s funny. Boys certainly know how to make life interesting.
How do you amuse yourself?
Do you go to an amusement park?
Do you read in your bed with your head tucked away in a good smelling book?
Do you walk among nature and smell the tree blossoms?
There is a lot that will amuse me when I think of my best friend from childhood. He just had that kind of wit. It’s too bad he’s dead now. I wish he wasn’t. Too young. People shouldn’t die like that.
“Amuse me,” she instructed. I had fantasized about this, or something close to it, for two years. But the tone in Cassandra’s voice was one of stern reproach. Scoffing, almost, as if I couldn’t pull it off.
/slight interest in something
slightly odd and out of pattern
a highlight of the day
my boxers on his head
a cat leaping from the fridge when you open it
a long time friend that shows up after years of missing each other.
If you’re not amused by what’s around you, if the world fails to entertain, your mind is in the wrong place.
I’m amused. Truly.
The way the pen falls to the ground and skitters through the house. It’s brilliant.
Ten simple words.
I killed you, I hope you like that myself. Love.
And then I die.
Fall to the floor, hands curl slightly, and I’ve never been more amused.
I am a clown. I have a red nose. I make people laugh. I love clowning. I met great people through clowning. I miss the class. It was FANTASTIC! the end.
From across the table, he looked more unimpressive than ever. Did he really think this would amuse anyone? A downward spiral of bad decisions that seemed to suck everyone down? He smirked. Did he really just smirk? c
“Do I amuse you?” he asked with a smirk and a sly glint in his eyes.
“Oh, very much.” I replied. “You mesmerize me with your enigmatic ways, and then sometimes you surprise me so much it makes me laugh and wonder why I thought you were so deep. I’m not sure what to think of you from one minute to the next, much less one day to the next. I will never understand you. But I enjoy all the changing facets of your very fascinating personality.”
Don’t know why, but it amuses me to do it. I tell you detective, if I knew at the time that something was wrong with me, I would never asked him on a date. Now that I know, perhaps, who knows, you can ask me on a date.