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no food, no shelter, need money, gloves, sad, trains, candy mountain, hobo friends, hot dogs dogs,cats, beards, midgets, America, Debt ,Philadelphia, large cities, selling things for money
» Posted By Maranda On 06.03.2013 @ 5:03 pm
a barrel of rum is the only way to drink it. get fucked up or go home i always say and rum is the very best way to do that. Theses barrels also come in handy if you’re ever lost at see because they float mutherfucker they float.
» Posted By maranda On 01.01.2013 @ 5:52 pm
Sure, the word that can make one feel as if they are worthless. When a person replies sure to a question which should harbor a much more thought out and planned answer it can take a toll on the heart. For example if my lover were to answer sure to a question in
» Posted By maranda On 12.30.2012 @ 2:55 pm
guess whats due today! not nothin. im so excited, and i just cant hide it. im losing controewol. think due.
» Posted By Maranda On 12.17.2012 @ 8:05 am
i am determined to do something today. but i dont know what. my favorite color is blue. what are you determined to do today? i think i will go outside and sit the imaginary snow that i have created in my mind. it shall be purple. and my unicorn’s name shall be determined by me. her name is mystery.
» Posted By Maranda On 12.13.2012 @ 7:42 am
guess what you guys! i just presented my project to some random class.
» Posted By Maranda On 12.11.2012 @ 8:00 am
christmas is coming soon! and guess who is going to be on your roof? some fat guy who brakes into your house and leaves you presents that could posably blow up in your face when you open it. he also steels all of your cookies that you have worked so hard to make. so if you see him on your roof, close your chimney.
» Posted By Maranda On 12.07.2012 @ 8:00 am
sometimes i wish that i could go higher into the sky. you know to get away from chloe powers. and sometimes i wish i could get a higher grade in math. higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher higher
» Posted By Maranda On 12.05.2012 @ 7:59 am
i am thinking of an object. do you know what object i am thinking of? guess what…..the object i am thinking of is an object as well.
» Posted By Maranda On 12.03.2012 @ 8:00 am
in my past life, i have experienced some pretty awesome things. like this past day, i had popcorn for the first time. ps everything in the past that i just wrote is not true. and to all those people out there, dont listen to chloes story about this past summer. its so random. its crazy.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.29.2012 @ 8:01 am
oh hey did i forget to mention that i was having a part that you arn’t invited to? oh sorry. but i mentioned it now.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.19.2012 @ 7:57 am
measured is what i did to my sparkling chocolate face danielle. i measured her to about 5 foot 2. she is baeutimus.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.15.2012 @ 7:59 am
Somebody said to somebody that somebody was with somebody and that that somebody likes somebody else. that somebody that likes somebody else likes somebody else named chloe.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.13.2012 @ 7:59 am
a lot of people are a major pain. don’t worry, i am to. kaity, i’m talking to you…..and chloe.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.08.2012 @ 7:59 am
the ground is hard. the ground is cold. the ground is soft. the ground is warm. the ground is many things. but it is something i would hate to fall on.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.06.2012 @ 7:58 am
i was walking up my stair steps one day when all of a sudden, chloe powers trips me. i rolled down the steps and broke my arm. it was horrible. i couldn’t believe her. my stair steps are very long so it took me a while to get to the bottom.
» Posted By Maranda On 11.02.2012 @ 9:51 am
on the forth day of the forth week of school, my ugly friend chloe won the forth anual most ugly girl contest.
» Posted By Maranda On 10.23.2012 @ 8:58 am
back in the day, you had to be civilized or you parents would probably slap you. i am surprised no one has slapped chloe because she is so un civilized. i might slap he myself. bit dint blame her i am probably the one to blame for her un civilized ness.
» Posted By Maranda On 10.17.2012 @ 9:07 am
the upper window in my house is haunted. i climbed it and broke the upper half of my body. the upper window will never be touched again.
» Posted By Maranda On 10.15.2012 @ 9:24 am
The photo montage showed her at her best and worst. When she was depressed and at her wedding, the happiest moment of her life. It showed her with her sons and her husband, with her friends and her enemies. It showed what appeared to be her. What the photos didn’t show was the girl hidden underneath.
» Posted By Maranda On 05.31.2011 @ 2:45 pm
it was summer, i was outside in the park playing with my dog. the year was 1997. i saw this old man reading the times on a bench. dressed like any other 60 year old. but something was different about him. he had one of those familiar faces.
» Posted By maranda On 02.24.2011 @ 8:40 am
when i was nine, my dad was building our first house. i wanted to help hammer nails in boards but instead he gave me a wrench. he taught me how to use it. and together, slowly but surely, we built our house.
» Posted By maranda On 02.04.2011 @ 8:51 am
a tool used for building things, steel, gray, heavy. rhymes with stench. is written in purple.
» Posted By maranda On 02.04.2011 @ 8:49 am
She wore a wig for the last few months. Always a perfectionist when it came to her appearance. When she was well, she wouldn’t leave the house without checking the mirror at least twice. “If a woman isn’t well dressed,” she would say, “then she isn’t well”. She had to be well dressed or she wouldn’t be well see, and even dying she had to be well. It’s just the way she was.
» Posted By Maranda On 04.11.2010 @ 7:35 pm
Be specific. Please. Give me more details so I can pour over them with ridiculous intensity, searching for a hidden meaning that is not there. I want you to tell me everything. Fill me in on every level possible. But I don’t really want to know what you’re thinking. I want to hear what I want to hear and I want you to say that. Can’t you do that for me? But please, be as specific as possible so that I can truly know what you’re thinking.
» Posted By Maranda On 03.15.2009 @ 5:28 pm
I always try to find things really quickly with the index. It never really works out because I am always intrigued by the other chapters and end up getting sidetracked. I never really do find the what I am looking for. Then again, I probably do.
» Posted By Maranda On 09.04.2009 @ 8:56 pm
I love the smell of licorice. It reminds me of when I was a little girl and used to go into the candy store that was lined wall to wall with different flavours. Times were better then. Regardless of how much money we had. I was happy.
» Posted By Maranda On 09.03.2009 @ 1:00 am
They’re destroying me more than they are destroying you. I can see it. I can smell it. I can taste it. You aren’t ever going to stop. Please? For me?
» Posted By Maranda On 09.01.2009 @ 12:46 pm
The evidence was there. She couldn’t refute it though she tried. She tried with all her might. No rationality. Pure emotion. Pure unstoppable emotion emanated from her. She loved him, she cried. She loved him. But staring her in the face was the one fact she tried so hard to ignore: love does not exist.
» Posted By Maranda On 09.29.2008 @ 7:52 pm
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Festooned. Decked in a false drapery of frivolty and life. So far away. I see her through a window. My fist pound against the glass. I want her. I want through. But I can’t. I can watch. I can wish. But I am alone. No feathers, no flight, nothing but the gray around me.
» Posted By Maranda On 09.23.2008 @ 7:15 pm