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dial the phone and call my mom. she always says the things I need to hear. hearing her yell into the background and chime my dad into the conversation always cheers me up too. It gives me hope for my future that maybe someday I will synch with someone like they do. I am envious of their honesty and total compatability. she was made for him and him for her. I love them both so much. I live in constant fear of disappointing them.

» Posted By Susan On 12.09.2009 @ 5:50 pm


Bright, happy, yellow and black striped. The bubbly character in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants which was such a better book than movie. The only part of the movie that I actually liked was Amber Tamblyn. Bees are – bees are awesome. I wouldn’t want to be one, but I can respect them with all their hard work

» Posted By Susan On 12.02.2009 @ 1:59 pm


i have lots of keychains. i used to collect them when i was younger. my grandma would always bring them back to me when she went on trips. that was a good memory. :)

» Posted By susan On 03.15.2010 @ 8:33 pm


I have a friend that’s name is close to lawyer. I think of her everytime I see the word. She just moved to new york and is trying to settle in. She only lived in her previous home three years and now has to move again. she loves her husband.

» Posted By Susan On 02.26.2010 @ 8:40 am


drops of rain, drops of goose poo raining down on me as thousands of cackling geese fly over head. ploop, ploop. drops of mustard on the front of shirts. drops of kindness.

» Posted By susan On 02.24.2010 @ 10:03 pm


“Sweetie pie,” Henry said in a voice that barely concealed his exasperation. “Let’s just pull over and let me see that map. Are you sure we should have made that left turn back there?”

» Posted By Susan On 10.12.2009 @ 6:24 pm


great place to spend a hot summer day. Indoor and outdoor, above ground and in-ground all offer refreshment I like jumping off the diving board

» Posted By Susan On 10.12.2009 @ 7:06 am


» Posted By Susan On 10.11.2009 @ 5:42 pm

Samantha took her time choosing a pool cue from the rack and turned around slowly–very slowly–to face the table. Anything to delay the humiliation she was sure she was about to suffer at the hands of her date.

» Posted By Susan On 10.11.2009 @ 12:47 pm


y mother lovers orchids. They re soft full colours and odd sexual shapes they loce to die in my mothers home. like they have come to there final resting place my mother

» Posted By susan On 10.08.2009 @ 10:49 am

Peter walked into his orchid house and knew right away that something was wrong. It was nothing that anyone else would have noticed: the slight turn of a pot here, the skew of a tool there.

» Posted By Susan On 10.07.2009 @ 11:33 am


Jerry had been a court reporter long enough to recognize when witnesses were telling the truth and when they were lying. The bottle-blond on the stand right now was definitely lying.

» Posted By Susan On 10.06.2009 @ 2:14 pm


Most people don’t wear aprons any more. Ladies used to always wear aprons when they were cooking in the kitchen but that’s because they were usually dressed up when they cooked.

» Posted By Susan On 10.03.2009 @ 3:23 pm


are recepacles for our blood. they fork to all the different locations in our body, pipelines to life. they are mindless neceessities. they are suprisingly fragile receptacles of our lives–a common kitchen knife may sever them. yet they are amazingly tough. they regenerate, grow, some can be dispensed with. they wriggle out of the way, too. they are pipelines of death for junkies — but also of life for medicines–and for morphine. they harden with carbs and can keep their own cargo from reaching any destinations. they are soundless — although we sometimes think we can hear blood pounding in them. our bodies are full of them–but unless they are varicose we never think of what they might look like. Invisible whiskers-away of waste so that the arteries can bring life. They are the garbagemen to the artery milkmen.

» Posted By susan On 03.19.2010 @ 3:57 pm


i walked along the wet beach, my foot steps bringing up a puddle of water each time they stepped down. I looked overhead and saw a crane flying through the overcast sky.

» Posted By susan On 10.25.2009 @ 11:38 am


Jeffry eyed the piano keyboard with suspicion and disgust. His mother had dragged him, literally, kicking and screaming out of the house for his first piano lesson. He sat on the bench with his jaws clenched and his hands tucked into his armpits.

» Posted By Susan On 10.23.2009 @ 4:09 pm


Jennifer could not decide which aspect of the upcoming court date was most dreadful to her: the pain of reliving her failed marriage or the sheer agony of having to face her soon-to-be-ex again.

» Posted By Susan On 10.22.2009 @ 3:12 pm


Mordern art is poo poo. I like art that looks like the real world. No, I take that back. It depends on my mood, I guess. No wonder I got a C in art.

» Posted By Susan On 10.19.2009 @ 5:08 pm


thinking asking wanting to know realy care about the answer interested remebering things about others

» Posted By susan On 10.18.2009 @ 12:15 am


he looked so delicate, they way the cracks in his wall were showing. I wanted to reach out to him to give him strength ,but was too facinated by how delicate he looked. It was like seeing a piece of art at work.

» Posted By Susan On 02.14.2010 @ 9:31 am


Sway,it doesnt seem to exciting,not like Dance. yet I find that i do it naturally. I sway to the music,the the heartbeat of life.

I sway to feel.

» Posted By Susan On 02.13.2010 @ 12:58 pm


And balances. OR the financial equivalent of a promise that you’ve got the dough to cover the promised payment. BUt THat’s such a dry definition. I like the better associaiton of balance. Balance is what I often need most. But then again maybe not. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about other ways of existing. Maybe I should just be me and let the idea of searching for my opposite and incorporating those characteristics into my life. I don’t know. Sounds so freaking reasonable. But may my attempts to be reasonable ahve rabbed me of the ability to take action according to my intuition.

» Posted By Susan On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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