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I am shallow, but I’m kind. I want a good looking man that makes me want to jump his bones all the time, but I also want someone that I can treat well and take care of when they are sick. I want someone I admire and that makes me want to be a better person. But I still want hot. I want passion.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 05.23.2015 @ 6:53 pm
Buffalo Wild Wings is where we first met. But I couldn’t take my eyes of you, even though you didn’t notice me. Fate led us to each other, as we left at the same time, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I never knew my life would change eating wings.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.25.2015 @ 8:13 pm
‘If only I had a boyfriend’ seems to be a common sentiment among my mind since I turned 26. I want desperately to get married and have a family, so finding someone to date seems to be of great importance. But then, it also is great burden, to cut out time, get to know someone.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.15.2015 @ 1:14 pm
It is pressing, the idea of time. How fast it goes, and how much one has to accomplish in such a short life span. Goals, ambitions, the drive to succeed. Yet life is so short, and so unexpected. How can we overcome something we have no control over?
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.07.2015 @ 1:10 pm
I am a believer. Or at least I once was. I believed I could be better than best, and stronger than strong. Failing tore that down a bit. So am I still a believer? Because I feel like my walls have been ripped down by an ugly monster forcing me to run away from what I’ve always believed. So how can I be?
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 06.08.2014 @ 3:26 pm
The sentiment of a relationship is quite lovely. But I find it completely terrifying. Opening yourself up to someone, making yourself 100% vulnerable, with 0% guarantee it is going to work out and you won’t get hurt? No thanks. Yes, a lovely sentiment, but not a realistic expectation.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.18.2014 @ 3:51 pm
On the sill it sat. Waiting. Looking for God. Waiting for God. Waiting for life to start. On the sill it sat. Looking at what life held for it. Wondering how long that life would be. If more life would start because of it. On the sill it sat. Looking for something to live for, to chase. Something to give it meaning.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.11.2014 @ 3:30 pm
The bourbon on my tongue stung, and burned as it slipped down my throat. It took me a second, but then it started to warm my insides and I liked the way it felt. I took another swig from the bottle, and slowly understood how alcoholics were born. It was no different than drinking black coffee.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.09.2014 @ 7:26 pm
I was tracking the package online, and found that it was impossible to locate the book I bought for my sister. A mental panic started inside me. Why isn’t it here? Why can’t I find the tracking code? I don’t understand; this book is important. She wanted it so bad. She was going to be so happy. Technology sucks. They say
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.06.2014 @ 3:59 pm
Taking trenches with us in everyday life is no way to live. We cannot hide from the real world’s brutality and then move on. If so, we’d all be cowards. We’d all have to face more than just fear. But our own fear
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.02.2014 @ 12:51 pm
in the trenches we lay, calm as a duck on water, ready to take on the day. I look at you and wish that you cared more, that your heart were right there with mine, as mine is with yours. But alas, I am the fool that carries you with me, while I am left for dead out in the trenches. Goodbye my love, stay safe.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.02.2014 @ 12:49 pm
I have no outlet for the pain I feel that is brewing deep inside. I want to scream, but there are too many ears to ear. I want to fight, but there isn’t anything to physically hurt or hit. I wish there was a way for me to get this anguish out, but I must live with it until it destroys me.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 02.21.2011 @ 7:36 pm
The controller of the game sat and watched everything from her chair. She watched as the newlyweds bickered, the single wench from the pub licked her lips in anticipation of being a reason for them to get a premature divorce, and the parents sat there too upset to not do anything, yet too confused to chime in. The controller of the game of love thinks it’s all for her entertainment. We are merely pawns.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 02.05.2011 @ 8:46 pm
The jelly in her hands was warm. At first, she really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with it. She couldn’t really turn back now, but she wasn’t positive she wanted to proceed. This experience might not be a good one. Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich utensil-less couldn’t be easy….
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 01.31.2011 @ 5:41 pm
the copper doorknob wouldn’t turn. I stood there staring as I tried to think of a way to get in. But in moments of pressure, the only solution I could come up with was kicking the door. The copper doorknob wouldn’t turn, and I broke my toe in a fit of anger.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 11.29.2010 @ 9:56 pm
I took a seat out by the tree in the far back. I took a seat next to the tombstone labeled “sonny” and I listened about my grandpas life as if I had been apart of it.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 10.17.2010 @ 11:16 pm
There’s a really rundown motel over by my house, where the tranny’s shoot up, and the dumb get robbed. It’s a shitty little place with a flickering sign that reads vacancy day and night.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 09.19.2010 @ 7:17 pm
I’ll be calling you to see if you’re sleeping are you dreaming if you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me – blue octobe
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 09.06.2010 @ 9:42 pm
I then raise the question, who’s business is it whether or not I truly love him? I am still figuring things out, isn’t that enough?
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 09.04.2010 @ 3:23 pm
The trees seemed so green that morning, with the sunlight bouncing off the dew that sat atop the leaves. For the trees reached so high, and the sun touched so low, it made the world sparkle, just a little more so.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 09.01.2010 @ 6:52 pm
I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know why it’s there, but the mist that made it hard to see were the tears that my heart shed.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.25.2010 @ 9:14 am
I found him rustling through papers, while waiting for his coffee. He was just so damned cute. I regret being in a relationship and having to pass him by. He’s so perfect.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.23.2010 @ 2:23 pm
I don’t think you understood me when I calmly explained the first time that there is no way in hell I am going to get into that car with you. And do you think he listened? I’ll let the responding officers tell the rest..
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.21.2010 @ 4:32 pm
He hid under his humor, behind it if you will. No one needed to know who he was under the surface. He liked being alone. He liked the silence.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.20.2010 @ 3:31 pm
I stood in the doorway long enough to see them kiss. It was enough for me. I don’t care that I have a boyfriend, I don’t care that he was never mine to begin with. What matters is that someone else has him and no matter what happens with myself and my man, that man that I fantasize about is no longer available to me.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.19.2010 @ 6:36 pm
I have fallen so far from the grave, and it’s taking so long to hit the place, where I think I may belong. I have fallen so far from things I just can’t say, I can’t explain, and it’s so hard to be alive during this time when I have fallen so far, and am going to fall more.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.18.2010 @ 1:48 pm
I had a blast watching the police office arrest the kid who tried stealing from the seven eleven. I also had a blast watching the kid cry like a little bitch when he called his dad. This is fun.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.17.2010 @ 8:23 pm
I am eternally grateful for the woman who brought me coffee and a wet towel at the station after I arrived. Being beaten within an inch of your life, and then dealing with questions up the wazoo is a very tiring experience.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.16.2010 @ 4:16 pm
You have seconds to the minutes to the hour to the day, to the week to the month, to the year, before you stay. Forever, seconds define all the meaning of your life. Every decision that you make in spite of having a mind.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.14.2010 @ 11:00 am
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It is probable that I will, at some point, stab someone in the eye with a plastic straw or fork. It is probable that this will happen in the drive thru after listening to some idiot whine about having to pay over four dollars for a beverage, that they buy every day.
» Posted By DayDreamin' Fool On 08.12.2010 @ 8:32 pm