• mymuses commented on the post, trailer 8 years, 5 months ago

    I think trailer park… hick town, small town. Small town USA. Redneck, Redneck yatch club. My grandpa and his floating pontune possie.. ah those were the days :)

  • mymuses commented on the post, robot 8 years, 6 months ago

    Sometimes i wish i had a robot… it would do my homework, do my chores, it would do everything.. and then i realize.. if i had a robot, there’d be nothing left for me to do. i’d be fat and lazy, and that’s not what i want.

  • mymuses commented on the post, approach 8 years, 6 months ago

    He approached me, and suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. He had his goofy smile on his face that made me weak at the knees. His beautiful brown hair was longer than i remembered. But here he was, walking towards me with open arms, like nothing had ever happened between us. We embraced and he […]

  • mymuses commented on the post, figure 8 years, 7 months ago

    Go figure.. a common phase. But a figure has something to do with math. i hate math so very very much! hate is a strong emotion. love is a strong emotion too. i think i love him, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it! I’ve never felt happier than when i’m in his arms! […]

  • mymuses commented on the post, heels 8 years, 7 months ago

    Haha right! like i can walk in those! I’ve tried, and people have attempted to help me walk in them, but all that happens is that i twist an ankle.. not fun my friends not fun. hells, whoops i mean heels, are a death trap!!!! For some reason i just can’t walk in them!!!! but […]

  • mymuses commented on the post, swept 8 years, 7 months ago

    You swept the floor with them! But i didn’t literally sweep the floor with them..i just beat their team.. badly. Why are they sweeping the floor? are they like cinderella or something?! It’s called a vaccume buddy!!

  • mymuses commented on the post, example 8 years, 7 months ago

    i’m an example. an example for my sisters, and example for my friends, and example for my family. but i am not an example for myself.. why is that?

  • mymuses commented on the post, specific 8 years, 7 months ago

    be more specific. if i knew how to be more specific, i would have been. obviously i have no idea what i’m talking about, so how can i be more specific?!

  • mymuses commented on the post, keychain 8 years, 7 months ago

    I used to collect keychains. Some big, some small. And for a while, they were all on my backpack. People always knew i was coming because you could hear my backpack jingelling… one day, i heard people laughing at me. Making fun of my keychains. Calling me hurtful names. That was the last time i […]

  • mymuses commented on the post, tables 8 years, 7 months ago

    what would we do without tables? we would have to eat on our laps, which we all know can get very messy. we would be doing our homework in a comfortable spot for once, but then fall asleep and not ever finish it (personal experience taught me that!) Tables, aren’t really given the credit they […]

  • mymuses commented on the post, barber 8 years, 7 months ago

    barbers. well there are barber shop quartets, which my grandpa was in. Wow, he could sing! some of my favorite memories of him are when he was singing. He could always put a smile on my face with a chorus or two of “You are my Sunshine.” I miss you Grandpa

  • mymuses commented on the post, bench 8 years, 7 months ago

    we sit on it, we ponder on it, we laugh on it, we cry on it. we are invisible on it, we are noticiable on it. it’s a bench. have you ever just sat in a park on a bench? just sat and watched the people go by? or sat with someone you loved?

  • mymuses commented on the post, mango 8 years, 7 months ago

    sweet, tangy, tropical, juicy. yeah, that’s a mango. but where did it come from? who found it first? how did they realized “Hey, we need to open this and there’s epic deliciousness on the inside”? whoever they are, however they discovered it, thank you mango finders!

  • mymuses commented on the post, outlet 8 years, 7 months ago

    an outlet is someone, or something that just lets you get out all of your anger and frustration. for some it’s writing, others running, and still others a good friend. without an outlet, we would explode with the anger and frustrations we feel on a day to day basis. thank God for outlets