The order of things is simple. You don’t question it, you don’t think about it, you just follow it. Part of the order is that I couldn’t protect him when he needed me most. I couldn’t go comfort my poor, defenseless soldier when he was hurting. And that was the order.
Arcadia
It was the last time that he ordered such a terrible item from the menu. He should’ve never let the waitress talking him into this terrible meal. He certainly didn’t want to pay for it now. She wouldn’t be getting a tip either. There were lines that he drew and tipping a waitress that coaxed him into ordering something he didn’t want.
This was just another fine jab in a day that didn’t start out well. He had gotten out of bed on the wrong side and things had been going down hill from there. This order had just added another notch to the list of things that were bad about today.
He just wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Maybe now was the time to pull the pistol from the holster in the small of his back and let loose, but he knew better. He was, in fact, a man of the law and there were things that he respected. Mowing down everyone in the little known cafe would solve nothing and he would end up in jail just as all those people he had arrested had ended up wasting away. There were better ways to take care of this diner.
All he had to do was pull their latest inspection and make sure that the inspectors headed back this way rather quickly. He was sure that they hadn’t passed recently. Maybe he could get them shut down.
Jennifer B
Order. It’s what you do out to eat. It’s what people do to you. Order me a biscut. Order me around. IT’s what makes it all work, and break apart. Order is for fools, and we’re all foolish
Emily Martin
Order. Not chaos. Not crazy. Sane. Real. Not messy. Maybe clean. As is should be. In the correct space. Right.
Courtney
Order reminds me of the phrase, “birth order.” I think about birth order and wonder if, because I’m the youngers child in my house, that’s the reason I’m like I am. I’m moody, I procrastinate, and I unorganized.
Tara
the order of things is very important because without such an order there would be no way to organize these into their proper places. i really like order but i find that its hard for me to do it and clean my room because i am a messy person who hates messes.
The order within my thinking is unclear and irrelevant and quite frankly annoying as hell.
Don’t tell me what to do.
What order to think, cause I will not do so.
law and order, a myth, in the society that we live in there is no such thing it is just domination and control. Yet it does its job it keeps us safe and keeps our society from tearing itself apart.
Dayle
An disorderly desk equals a cluttered mind. Order breeds focus.
ORDER. IT’S COLD. IT’S HARSH. IT’S REALITY. IT’F LIFE. WHAT WOULD A COUNTRY BE WITHOUT ORDER OR SOME SORT OF SYSTEM. ITS EVERYWHERE, THE WAY THAT WE USE A CLOCK TO ORIENTATE OURSELVES, THE BUSES, THE TRAINS, THE STREETS, THE WAY THAT WE HAVE A NEED TO USE IT EVERY SINGLE DAY.
emily
Ordering people around is not cool, its wrong and and to go about your life ordering people around it shows that you are a stereotypical jerk. Go order someone else around buddy.
Tara
There is no order to my life right now. As I approach another birthday, I find it interesting that the first word I saw here was “older”. How did I get to this point in this state?
this was the word for yesterday and i wrote two enteries about a courtroom and ordering a taco i am stuck at the moment and dont know what else to write last bar sentence finished.
No way, no way out, no way in, no structure, no order to the floorboards, no sheep ’cause she’s a hurricane. She’s a mess; I’m a mess; we’re in such a mess.
Rosie
placing an order at a fast food place. i hope they get the order right. i hate having to correct them. it shouldn’t be that hard to make a cheeseburger with no lettuce. they better not mess it up.
katharine
i believe that you can find order out of chaos. who is to say what is order, where did the rules of order come from? are these words even in the right order? thanks for listening to my rambling.
Tyler
I don’t really understand the meaning of order. I do what I do, and I’m happy with doing what I want to do in whatever way I do things. Sure, I guess it helps manage how you do things and your time management but really I get things done. My mom used to make me a routine for every single day of my summer. It sucked. Basically I always got a gold stars and I never got the cabbage patch doll she swore she’d buy me as an award.
Audrey
it was in order
those words i said
you dont get it
i dont care
its not that i dont understand
i dont have time to chase you
your feelings
your thoughts
just open your mouth
and tell me whats going on
i’ve places my order
now for the 45 minute wait
Order is non-existent in this world. Whenever one attempts to seek it, only chaos can follow. Order is an illusion, a facade to keep us all blind from the truth: we cannot control our lives.
Adrian
taking orders, being submissive, not arguing a valid point, ignoring the fact that i know i’m right, never standing up for myself, being disrespected – allowing it…
no more.
Order was everything. She’d fallen carefully in love, married well, had 2.5 children. In turn they too loved, married, bred. What then was this wreckage, this dismay, like a disarrayed train heaped in the pit of the night?
The way things simply are. I never questioned who or why my family is this or acts like that. That’s just how things are and how they exist. Even if I did have the power to change any of that, i’m not so sure that I would.
it’s the ranking of the way things are.
not always the way they should be.
it’s respect.
on a list.
it’s secret societies.
and a number 11 on the value menu.
but you already knew that,
didn’t you?
The order of things is simple. You don’t question it, you don’t think about it, you just follow it. Part of the order is that I couldn’t protect him when he needed me most. I couldn’t go comfort my poor, defenseless soldier when he was hurting. And that was the order.
It was the last time that he ordered such a terrible item from the menu. He should’ve never let the waitress talking him into this terrible meal. He certainly didn’t want to pay for it now. She wouldn’t be getting a tip either. There were lines that he drew and tipping a waitress that coaxed him into ordering something he didn’t want.
This was just another fine jab in a day that didn’t start out well. He had gotten out of bed on the wrong side and things had been going down hill from there. This order had just added another notch to the list of things that were bad about today.
He just wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Maybe now was the time to pull the pistol from the holster in the small of his back and let loose, but he knew better. He was, in fact, a man of the law and there were things that he respected. Mowing down everyone in the little known cafe would solve nothing and he would end up in jail just as all those people he had arrested had ended up wasting away. There were better ways to take care of this diner.
All he had to do was pull their latest inspection and make sure that the inspectors headed back this way rather quickly. He was sure that they hadn’t passed recently. Maybe he could get them shut down.
Order. It’s what you do out to eat. It’s what people do to you. Order me a biscut. Order me around. IT’s what makes it all work, and break apart. Order is for fools, and we’re all foolish
Order. Not chaos. Not crazy. Sane. Real. Not messy. Maybe clean. As is should be. In the correct space. Right.
Order reminds me of the phrase, “birth order.” I think about birth order and wonder if, because I’m the youngers child in my house, that’s the reason I’m like I am. I’m moody, I procrastinate, and I unorganized.
the order of things is very important because without such an order there would be no way to organize these into their proper places. i really like order but i find that its hard for me to do it and clean my room because i am a messy person who hates messes.
The order within my thinking is unclear and irrelevant and quite frankly annoying as hell.
Don’t tell me what to do.
What order to think, cause I will not do so.
order? i know nothing of this word.
law and order, a myth, in the society that we live in there is no such thing it is just domination and control. Yet it does its job it keeps us safe and keeps our society from tearing itself apart.
An disorderly desk equals a cluttered mind. Order breeds focus.
ORDER. IT’S COLD. IT’S HARSH. IT’S REALITY. IT’F LIFE. WHAT WOULD A COUNTRY BE WITHOUT ORDER OR SOME SORT OF SYSTEM. ITS EVERYWHERE, THE WAY THAT WE USE A CLOCK TO ORIENTATE OURSELVES, THE BUSES, THE TRAINS, THE STREETS, THE WAY THAT WE HAVE A NEED TO USE IT EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Ordering people around is not cool, its wrong and and to go about your life ordering people around it shows that you are a stereotypical jerk. Go order someone else around buddy.
There is no order to my life right now. As I approach another birthday, I find it interesting that the first word I saw here was “older”. How did I get to this point in this state?
order order…um i dunno what to say. may i take your order, kiddos?
no?
okay, fine…
dont eat thennn…
sorry bout that
set. line up. buy online. harry potter – professor umbridge screaming “I will have order!”. order of the phoenix.
this was the word for yesterday and i wrote two enteries about a courtroom and ordering a taco i am stuck at the moment and dont know what else to write last bar sentence finished.
No way, no way out, no way in, no structure, no order to the floorboards, no sheep ’cause she’s a hurricane. She’s a mess; I’m a mess; we’re in such a mess.
placing an order at a fast food place. i hope they get the order right. i hate having to correct them. it shouldn’t be that hard to make a cheeseburger with no lettuce. they better not mess it up.
i believe that you can find order out of chaos. who is to say what is order, where did the rules of order come from? are these words even in the right order? thanks for listening to my rambling.
I don’t really understand the meaning of order. I do what I do, and I’m happy with doing what I want to do in whatever way I do things. Sure, I guess it helps manage how you do things and your time management but really I get things done. My mom used to make me a routine for every single day of my summer. It sucked. Basically I always got a gold stars and I never got the cabbage patch doll she swore she’d buy me as an award.
it was in order
those words i said
you dont get it
i dont care
its not that i dont understand
i dont have time to chase you
your feelings
your thoughts
just open your mouth
and tell me whats going on
i’ve places my order
now for the 45 minute wait
Order is non-existent in this world. Whenever one attempts to seek it, only chaos can follow. Order is an illusion, a facade to keep us all blind from the truth: we cannot control our lives.
taking orders, being submissive, not arguing a valid point, ignoring the fact that i know i’m right, never standing up for myself, being disrespected – allowing it…
no more.
Order was everything. She’d fallen carefully in love, married well, had 2.5 children. In turn they too loved, married, bred. What then was this wreckage, this dismay, like a disarrayed train heaped in the pit of the night?
The way things simply are. I never questioned who or why my family is this or acts like that. That’s just how things are and how they exist. Even if I did have the power to change any of that, i’m not so sure that I would.
it’s the ranking of the way things are.
not always the way they should be.
it’s respect.
on a list.
it’s secret societies.
and a number 11 on the value menu.
but you already knew that,
didn’t you?