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Weird Flex, but ok. I learned that recently from my sister who likes podcasts(I do not). Apparently, it’s a response to someone who’s bragging about something weird. I have so many people I want to say this to, I have so little patience for people wasting my time with things I don’t care about. So maybe I shouldn’t be saying “weird flex, but ok.” Maybe I should say, “weird flex, get lost.”
» Posted By Mildred On 11.11.2018 @ 2:57 pm
the worst is being defined by one word. I am more than a diabetic, a student, a sister. I have more to offer than those things, please stop suggesting that’s all I am.
» Posted By Mildred On 05.15.2018 @ 2:20 pm
A pang striked her chest. She knew good and well that what she was about to do was not for the best.
But the best way was hard, so hard. . .she didn’t know if she’d get through it. She been through all this many times with herself. But the not best way was so easy, perhaps it could buy her some time. . .that’s what she would tell her self. Then she would do the right thing — really. Just as soon as this was done.
In she went. The pang did not strike again.
» Posted By Mildred On 10.11.2011 @ 1:06 pm
Roses on her dresser. . .an unsigned card on her nightstand. . .numerous little rings and bits of jewelry, all new. . .7 voicemails on her landline. . .the evidence suggested she had dumped me — for him.
However, much as I tried to hide it, there was stil of evidence of my breaking into her house to find this out. Guess she’s not going to be taking me back. . .
» Posted By Mildred On 09.26.2011 @ 5:02 pm
Leslie was preoccupied.
“Why are you so preoccupied?” asked Jake.
“I’m not preoccupied.”
“Yes, you are. You are perfectly preoccupied.”
Well, if I am, I am perfectly preoccupied purposely.”
» Posted By Mildred On 09.24.2011 @ 1:52 pm
Salt is life in a desert. Some may think water is life, but anyone can tote water. Not everyone will think of salt.
Those who don’t will die.
» Posted By Mildred On 09.02.2011 @ 12:26 pm
destruction of the world through irene. irene destroyed it. booyah.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.26.2011 @ 3:16 pm
You won’t believe me when I tell you.
I’ll have to repeat.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.16.2011 @ 1:39 pm
Your not gonna believe me when i tell you.
I’ll have to repeat.
then you’ll finally see.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.16.2011 @ 1:23 pm
All I can think of is band camp. I love band camp. I am addicted to it. Band camp should never be a punishment for someone cuz it would totally backfire in your face. Boom.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.14.2011 @ 5:28 pm
Pet peeve of mine: when you have a skirt or shorts with an elastic waistband and the elastic gets all twisted up inside the band and no matter how many times you run your hands along the band it just doesn’t go back to normal!!! It bothers me so much. That what I think of when I see elastic. Also the strands of thin elastic I have in my sewing basket and the amazing elastic sleeves I made to go on a shirt one time. And the elastic-band skirt I made that I forgot to wash the material first and in the wash it pulled away from the waistband. So much for that skirt. It was really cute material too, and really cheap, and the last of its kind. So sad. I saved the material though, maybe I’ll make something else out of it someday.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.10.2011 @ 5:57 pm
That was the one it was yesterday. I refuse to solicit oneword.com with an answer.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.09.2011 @ 6:55 am
Brick. That’s what the smartest three little pig built her house out of. Guess that shows you bricks are better. And good for keeping wolves out. Although most people who live around wolves have log houses. Doesn’t make sense to me.
» Posted By Mildred On 08.08.2011 @ 12:03 pm
Amuse. I remember I took a cartooning class once, and the teacher said there had to be a purpose to our cartoons. Maybe it was a political cartoon. Or a religious one. Maybe it was to benefit and promote a certain cause or business.
But if you couldn’t think of a purpose, then you had to write down A-MUSE. I resented that A-MUSE. He made it seem like if your only purpose was to A-MUSE, you weren’t good enough. Thanks.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.29.2011 @ 6:15 am
Band. I could totally get into this word. I am a flute player, after all. I could tell you so much about band hierarchy…such as trombones are on the absolute bottom along with all brass except French horn, which is way on top. Then comes percussion, although a sometimes the percussion players are pretty cool. After that come the saxes, bassoons, oboes, clarinets, all that good stuff, and on top slightly awesomer than horn is flute. Although I may be biased. Haha. I love all my band buddies!!!
» Posted By Mildred On 07.27.2011 @ 3:10 pm
Thunder? AArrgh, yesterday it was lightning. I thought this was random generator??? Will someone PLEASE give me the story on this site?? How did you make it? How does it work? Ho w in the world do you get money off it when there are no ads? Do people send you money? Haha, do you offer publishing to those who have cool thingys???
» Posted By Mildred On 07.26.2011 @ 5:48 pm
eh. A lightning split or scarred trunk in a desloate field in Africa is all I can think of and I don’t feel like gathering my creative resources to describe it. So imagine it yourself. (It’s gloomy. And creepy. And dead.)
» Posted By Mildred On 07.25.2011 @ 2:36 pm
There was one tall, lone flower amidst the splashes of yellow. Filling the field, surrounding the flower, were black-eyed susans, sunflowers, daisies, and tulips. Rhododendron and dandelions engulfed the edges. The field was absolutely covered in gold and yellow hues.
Except for the one which stood tall and proud, different amidst the never-ending sameness.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.22.2011 @ 9:43 am
Audrey hated that megaphone. Just like she hated P.E. If it weren’t for Mrs. Brownlee, P.E. would be okay, fun even.
Audrey liked sports. She enjoyed physical activity. She was good at soccer, volleyball, and softball, and so were her classmates. P.E. should’ve been one of the things she really enjoyed about school.
But it wasn’t. All becuase Mrs. Brownlee and her stupid megaphone that grated on Audrey’s nerves and her self-esteem if everything wasn’t perfect.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.20.2011 @ 8:58 am
There are a lot of kinds of trophies, Melinda thought. The obvious kind was the cheap plastic ones that everyone gets after a soccer season. They sit in the attic and gather dust. Then there were mementoes of a time or triumph in life, like the Snickers wrapper from Melinda’s first boyfriend. The day after he gave her the candy he gave her her first kiss. Then there were trophies that equaled status symbols, like the Asian trophy wives Melinda had read about in history, or the expensive cars and houses that rich people had just to show their wealth. The only question was, which kind of trophy was the old medallion that Melinda held in her hand?
» Posted By Mildred On 07.18.2011 @ 12:21 pm
I love assiting the elderly at the local nursing home.
i really like helping the ones bedridden or in wheel chairs.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.05.2011 @ 10:17 am
She assissted the old lady cross the street. He was a vet assisstant. This word is not inspiring me at all. Could it not have been something patriotic, like freedom? Or bravery? Don’t you people know what day it is? Someone please tell the random-generator-thing that it is the 4th of July!!!!! Happy Independence Day, everyone!!!!! :D
» Posted By Mildred On 07.04.2011 @ 1:01 pm
It was one thing to see the crane in the marshlands. There it fit, floating over the willows with a grace and beauty Hannah couldn’t believe, its neck arched elegantly. There it was happy and content. When she saw it there everything was alright.
Seeing it on her roof was another thing entirely.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.03.2011 @ 1:37 pm
She kept her long hair braided. Sometimes it was in two tails, sometimes one. Sometimes it was French braided, sometimes she poked flowers into it, and sometimes she wore it wrapped up in a bun or around her head. But it was always braided.
He wondered if he’d ever see it down.
» Posted By Mildred On 07.01.2011 @ 2:04 pm
Katie’s best friend, Miranda, was always honest.
“To be honest, I really hate grapefruit.
To be honest, I think you sound awful.
To be honest, those shorts make your butt look fat.”
It was then that Katie began hating honesty.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.30.2011 @ 2:48 pm
Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. And the Lord will carry you through.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.29.2011 @ 3:26 pm
Morals. Jamie had none.
She could tell. He had ripped up her Bible — the only precious thing she owned — after he ran out of the notebook he brought for cigarettes.
Morals. Jamie had none.
But prison kind of makes a man that way.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.26.2011 @ 5:44 pm
It was history. Rebekah Rose just knew as she watched Jerry walk away. She wanted to cry, but her throat remained normal. Shoot, was she so insensitive that she couldn’t even cry as she watched the last nine years walk away? The guy who had listened to her every petty complaint and comforted her when her parents divorced and helped her save the puppy she found last spring without one complaint or sarcastic comment — ever — was walking out of her life and she couldn’t even cry.
“Jerry,” she wanted to yell. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
She saw his hand go up to his face. Was — was Jerry crying? In those nine years, she had never ever seen him cry. She was always the one being comforted. And now, when he needed comforting, she couldn’t even go to him.
That in itself was enough to make her throat close up. Turning, she kicked the side of her house, hoping it would break her toe or something. She needed pain.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.23.2011 @ 12:03 pm
Cells? Cells? I was about to experience the most important moment of my life and we were talking about CELLS?
It was so cruel.
It was nine minutes after ten. I had just walked into biology. And then, HE looked at me. Right in the eyes. And he opened his mouth — to SAY something to ME.
In case you didn’t know, let me get this straight: HE just happens to be this someone that I’ve been crsuhing on for about two years now and is FINALLY staring to notice me — and not only is he super cute, but also really smart. And I’d die for a cute, smart guy. Especially if it happened to be HIM. And right now my dreams are coming true — I mean, he’s about to speak to me — to acknowledge that I even exist! This is good, good news!
And then Mrs. Bell had to start talking about cells.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.22.2011 @ 8:33 am
Back To Stats Page
I’m listning to the radio right now, as I write this. And I also happen to be listening to the best-ever genre of music ever invented. And I’m listening to a pretty catchy song, too — it makes me wanna dance.
So who’s gonna dance with me?
Who else loves them an hour or so of some good ole country music? Who else “lives to ride and rides to live like me and my gang”? Who else is “a little more country than that”? Who else thinks “rain is a good thing” (or “thang,” as it were)? Who else likes “my kinda party”? Who else needs a “lover, lover”? Who likes guys with deep voices (no wimpy falsetto here!) who say they “wouldn’t be a man if they feel like this”?
Yes people, gimme some country music and I’ll be happy forever.
» Posted By Mildred On 06.04.2011 @ 8:45 am