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The blinds were halfway open, letting the rays slice through the window, forming slanting lines on the carpet. The cat sauntered up to the warm light, lay down, and stretched out under the window.

» Posted By Becky On 12.27.2009 @ 8:16 am


Someone sexy. Horses are studs when they have a lot of sex. That man is a stud because he is so sexy and I want to do him. There is a stud in my belt. A studded leather jacket will look good on a stud. Stud. What a stud. So sexy and flashy. I want him. Stud.

» Posted By Becky On 12.11.2009 @ 8:48 pm


i know too much about triangles.
for one thing- they always have three sides. if it doesnt have three sides, then it isnt a triangle.
love triangles are usually bad. just try to avoid those.
my favorite (personally) are right triangles. sexy.

» Posted By becky On 03.02.2010 @ 11:57 am


so your seemstress can save some dough, don’t sue her.

» Posted By becky On 01.31.2010 @ 3:50 pm

like jube jubes =] i like sour jubes jubes, i just finished picking up like a million of them off the floor here because someone had a jube jube party and i was the unfortunate one that had to pick them up -_- oh why me haha, it should have been the swiss that picked them up, i think that would be a little more fair considering she made the mess =]

» Posted By Becky On 01.31.2010 @ 12:49 pm

so youre sour cream. flying tacos spew sour cream everywhere. you slip on the sour cream on the floor, and youre back becomes sore. your taste buds may crave some sour candy after smokin some bud. im currenty drinking some of our sour apple in a washington apple drink, as a matter of fact.

» Posted By becky On 01.30.2010 @ 7:37 pm


a bundle of joy. when bundle up with layers upon layers, you can help but feel the joy and warmth underneath your show surface. i want to be a bundle of joy. I want to bundle up with my favorite person in the world. wen you bundle, everything is just great. let’s bundle. and bundle more.

» Posted By becky On 01.30.2010 @ 2:27 pm


When I was younger writing was the best outlet I had for creativity and just to get things off my chest. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gone away from this outlet and sometimes wonder why. I still communicate far better through writing than by any other means.

» Posted By Becky On 01.29.2010 @ 11:47 am


I feel so mute. I mute myself because I’m afraid of saying something stupid, afraid of what people will think about me. So I don’t speak up. I live life on mute. And I’m really starting to get sick of it. I don’t want to live this way anymore. I feel so lonely.

» Posted By Becky On 01.26.2010 @ 5:35 pm


It was made of green and black meldew. A smeall of the dead rose out of it’s deeper ends. As she bent down she could see a shape of a baby. It was impossible but true. The baby drowned, and the pool swallowed her up as if she belonged to it.

» Posted By Becky On 10.12.2009 @ 2:10 pm


sprinklers are wet, my dog will play it it under a hot summers day. it teasers her with spittles of refreshment.

» Posted By becky On 10.08.2009 @ 1:19 pm


i need to survive in order to do anything. my sister survived thats why i got a tattoo. i need to survive college. loren needs to survive this eyar. i want our our relationship to survive i need it to survive. its killing me to be apart from him. also just from all myf riend all the time. i need to make new friends. i mean i ahve william and evie but they’re getting closer to eachother than i’m close to either of them. So i feel left out. and then also clara and will def likes her so its even moreo f being left out.

» Posted By Becky On 10.05.2009 @ 6:16 pm


The apron was lying in the garden, covered in blood. It was covered in grass stains, but that didn’t seem to stop the attraction that Sally felt for it more irresistable than ever. She needed that apron. Whatever the cost.

» Posted By Becky On 10.03.2009 @ 11:59 pm


I see a body of water, and the thing is, it’s not all that exciting on its own. It doensn’t move, like a river or an ocean. And its inhabitants either quietly dwell below or keep to themselves on shore. It’s the people that make the lake come alive. The boaters, the fishers, and the inhabitants.

» Posted By Becky On 03.20.2010 @ 9:08 pm


hoppity hop, there is something funny about a bunny. I had a bunny once. Her name was Nibbles. I didn’t name her, my brother did when we were 6 and 7. I thought it was a stupid name, but I let it go and didn’t tell him. She was black and very cute. We kept her in a cage in the back room and let her into the backyard sometimes for exercise.

» Posted By Becky On 03.29.2010 @ 2:17 pm


It was a flimsy little thing, the wings torn off, hanging lopsidedly in her hair. But it was those little things which she loved about her. Her clumsiness. Her adorable little smile.

» Posted By Becky On 10.31.2009 @ 8:13 pm


Aspect is when you see something in a view.
“I have another aspect of the story, than you.”

» Posted By Becky On 10.22.2009 @ 1:57 pm


A stall is where a horse lives. Yes, a horse. Facing a wall, in a stall, munching on hay, all day.
If you are on the wrong side of that stall, you’ll be shovelling hay. Not all day, I’d say.

And tehre it is.

» Posted By Becky On 10.21.2009 @ 3:31 pm


I could…

» Posted By Becky On 02.12.2010 @ 11:22 am


i was attacked by a thumbtack, once trying to cover my wall with papers.

» Posted By becky On 02.06.2010 @ 8:04 am


I can never get the timing right. People reach out and I don’t choose to reach back…. and then later I regret it, but there’s nothing I can do because they already made those steps.. and I didn’t choose to step with them. But I guess I can’t depend on timing now… I think it’s time I choose to reach out, instead of waiting for someone to reach back out to me.

» Posted By Becky On 02.02.2010 @ 10:56 am

timing is everything. it makes htings happen or not happen. sometimes it makes situations really awkward and sometimes it makes things perfect. romantic situations often end up working really well or getting really fucked up because of timing. you can see him walk through the door and your heart stops but he doesnt see you and it drops.

» Posted By Becky On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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