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I have many things coated. Many many things. I don’t think I could name them all, even if you asked me to. THere are too many things coated. ABsolutly.

» Posted By Sasha On 08.16.2017 @ 5:38 am

I coated the brownie balls in cream cheese frosting, as my husband, Gabe, walked in the door, returning home from work.
“Hello, Ellie, have a good day?”

» Posted By Sasha On 08.15.2017 @ 6:28 pm


I love bunches of shopping, swimming, tv shows, sports, and dancing. A bunch of tv shows I love are pretty little liars, hit the floor, finding carter, degrassi, criminal minds, Chicago PD. Bunches of pretty f

» Posted By Sasha On 01.19.2016 @ 8:59 pm


i stare at the moon and wish i could fly away. i wish i could escape all these negative words and thoughts that flow through my mind. to see the moon shine night after night without caring about what bad happened during that day makes me wish i could be as carefree as the moon.

» Posted By sasha On 01.04.2016 @ 3:23 pm


waiting for the bruises to heal from the realm of the tales
he once told
over and over again

the man with the guitar
with the tired eyes
that won’t sleep a wink
through out the night

he sank ‘
sinking ships
in my head

forever gone
deep in the grave
of now my tired

» Posted By sasha On 08.28.2015 @ 7:31 pm

waiting for the bruises to heal from the realm of the tales
he once told
over and over again

the man with the guitar
with the tired eyes
that won’t sleep a wink
through out the night

» Posted By Sasha On 08.28.2015 @ 7:22 pm


Parasite mooch. They mooch on their host. Parasite is survivor. they live in every nook and corner. I have parasite in my head. i think. we all do. parasite is eating us alive. soon it will be walking dead all over the world!

» Posted By Sasha On 04.01.2015 @ 12:14 am


She charged to the door. she couldn’t believe that she had walked into the wrong class again. Being new really sucked. She headed around the halls aimlessly trying to find her class before giving up completely.

» Posted By Sasha On 03.14.2015 @ 12:52 pm


i should interview her. I need to know her inner feelings that she has been hiding from the world. Is it that important for me to know? Life is all but certain. U gotta wing it. Wing it for the sake of your sanity and happiness. Wing it sasha even though u think its not gonna work the way u may want it to be. WING IT!

» Posted By Sasha On 12.26.2014 @ 7:28 pm


swatches. I owed several swatches before. Thin one, thick one, over-size one. Swatch. The trusted name. Watch. I dont have a watch. whatever.

» Posted By Sasha On 06.19.2014 @ 10:04 pm


She wasn’t ready to look at him. She wasn’t ready to breathe with him near her. She wasn’t ready for her skin to brush up against his and feel the rush she loves to feel and know that it’s wrong.

» Posted By Sasha On 03.21.2014 @ 6:44 pm


In truth, he doesn’t love her (it’s alright though, because she doesn’t love him either.) It could be worse though; at least they get on alright. Sometimes, he hears her in the bathroom, compensating.

» Posted By Sasha On 02.21.2014 @ 7:49 am


food coma. the worst disaster ever. yo u can move you can stand you can smile. all you can do is just lay there like a corpse. a corpse with no name. would be there? coma. i m having a brain coma. im running out of words. the words just got stuck.

» Posted By Sasha On 12.21.2013 @ 10:59 pm


As i was standing in the rain listening to rachael yamagata, she came tapping on my shoulder. There she was, standing so beautiful, my mermaid. My love. My one and only. Standing right next to me and never leave me. My mermaid and I, we play in the ocean forever more.

» Posted By Sasha On 12.18.2013 @ 5:49 am


typhoon is haiyan. haiyan is haiyat. Typhoon of emotion is hitting me so hard. why typhoon why? go away typhoon. Typhoon brings clingy and needy feelings. I dont like typhoon. I like sam though. Sam the mermaid. I wanna be with her. Maybe Sam wants to be with me sooner.

» Posted By Sasha On 12.01.2013 @ 4:29 pm


John was baffled. No. This wasn’t possible. Dean was standing right there in front of him! His mouth twisted downwards, and he slowly backed away. Of course, he had always loved Dean… But, he was dead. This could only mean one thing– Dean was a demon.

» Posted By sasha On 10.20.2013 @ 6:16 pm

She was astonished. How could something like this happen? The sheer amount of ridiculousness was just baffling. Jared, dumping her? The day after he had proposed? That doesn’t make any sense. Deanna asked if there was someone else, if something had happened, but he said no.

» Posted By sasha On 10.20.2013 @ 6:14 pm


Stilts make you taller. People in the circus have them. In an episode of Friends Phoebe goes to see her dad and her brother tells her that her dad liked stilts. I don’t know what stilts are made of. They remind me of chopsticks with stirrups.

» Posted By Sasha On 06.23.2013 @ 1:18 pm


I hope everyone at the reunion likes my montage of last years reunion. I have been working on it a while i even set it to some cheesy music at my sisters request. I am very anxious.

» Posted By Sasha On 06.06.2013 @ 1:48 pm

I have a strong feeling that people will like this montage i put together of my vacation. I has all the key points all the places we went. I even set it to some fun music at my sisters request.

» Posted By sasha On 06.06.2013 @ 1:38 pm


brotherhood of man. whatever that means. I agree with 4 non blondes. at the end of the day no brotherhood can save your soul. or my soul. in the end we re on our own. brotherhood. whatever that means.

» Posted By Sasha On 06.02.2013 @ 10:43 pm


Secluded is when im alone. Doing my own shit where no one knows.
Secluded is where the treasure is. Treasures of the pirates.
Maybe Jack, the greatest pirate, looted the whole england and entire Mediterranean.

» Posted By Sasha On 05.31.2013 @ 8:42 am


the casting call was on monday, and i was nervous as anything. I had all weekend to prepare my script, but i didnt think it would be enough. Nervously, i called Dan and asked him to come over to help me prep. Dan laughed. “On a friday night? Take a break. Relax. Come out for a little bit” I sighed. “Please?” I pleaded. “Noooo” Dan moaned. “Fine” i snapped. “Just so you know, this means everything to me” Dan chuckled from the other end of the line.

» Posted By sasha On 05.21.2013 @ 7:11 pm


ship need to have it to stop at the coast. big and heavy.

» Posted By sasha On 04.11.2013 @ 1:03 pm


Overt. A lot. Too much? Not quite, but close. Overtly shy? Is that a contradiction? Time is running out and I have nothing to say about Overt. Should I say more? Is that counting in ten second chunks? I’m overtly concerned about the time limit. There isn’t enough time. I think it is, though. one minute and I’ve four lines with nothing about the word Overt.

» Posted By Sasha On 03.15.2013 @ 1:37 pm


She was underneath the bed. No, behind it. But also underneath it. And it wasn’t just her. It was her and Zoe. There was a lamp hanging over the bed. That’s what she was talking about it her hint. “Under a lamp.” But we would have never guessed she was under a lamp, under a bed. Her sweater on the floor had given them away.

» Posted By sasha On 11.27.2012 @ 5:02 pm


Squares wear glasses. Yes they do. Squares wear glasses. But, do you? Squares have four sides, 2 less than a cube. Cubes are 3D and squares are 2D and all I’m writing is nonsense.

» Posted By sasha On 11.23.2012 @ 1:29 pm


A thought is like one drop of rain. You feel it hit your hand, and you look up to the sky. Slowly, the rain increases. Now, the droplets are slapping your face and you close your eyes. You let the thoughts come to you, until your face is soaking wet.

» Posted By sasha On 11.17.2012 @ 11:59 am


The yard stick hit the table with a loud crack. I smiled. The student at the desk rolled their eyes, and I moved on. The four of us circled throughout the room having fun slapping desks with our yard sticks.

» Posted By sasha On 11.14.2012 @ 7:08 pm


Artsy fartsy. Art art art. Art junkies. Art people. People who like art. People who make art on walls on the streets and on their shoes. Art art art. So much art. Everywhere. Art is in everything we see, all the time, everywhere.

» Posted By sasha On 11.13.2012 @ 5:49 pm

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