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There is no other one
who I’d want to have bunches of fun.
No other guy
I’d rather have making me feel like I can fly.
No one I’d rather love
like two turtle doves.
Nothing I’d rather do
Than be right here with you.

» Posted By Suzie On 12.15.2018 @ 11:02 am


I crossed over the barrier that was in front of the old, ruined house. “Frick,” I said, tripping over a rock and scratching my knee. My boyfriend, Jayden, grabbed my arm, pulled me up, and hugged me.
“Are you okay,” he asked. I nodded, smiling at him. I was really glad he was there. If he wasn’t I probably wouldn’t have gone through what I was about to do.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I muttered, looking up at him.
“What do you mean,” he replied. I looked at the ground.
“Breaking and entering,” was my answer.

» Posted By Suzie On 12.01.2018 @ 11:42 am


Olive Pendergast is a character from Easy A. I watched a movie with Emma Stone in it for the first time and I thought she was amazing in it.

I don’t mind olives; I used to hate them. I think they’re an acquired taste. I read that in a book once, and turns out it was true.

» Posted By Suzie On 12.29.2014 @ 3:23 pm


in that instant i knew that we were going to be together. the way he looked at me when i brushed the hair out of my eyes or laughed too loud at his jokes told me that this wasn’t just going to be a summer fling but something that i was going to remember for the rest of my life. He told me he loved me in a train station three months later.

» Posted By suzie On 06.29.2013 @ 8:11 pm


This is a widow, I just know. You ask me how? She’s not only black but sad as a crow

» Posted By Suzie On 04.29.2013 @ 12:49 am


It’s better to electrocute than to make sb mute, that’s what I said last time don’t you think it’s cute.

» Posted By Suzie On 04.27.2013 @ 7:45 am

It’s better to electrocute than put sb on mute,

» Posted By suzie On 04.27.2013 @ 6:19 am


My house is made of red bricks. The expensive kind. The kind that was put down by masons in the 1940s, that withstand the strong winds that come from the atlantic, and the bird droppings that hit my roof every now and then. I have to say, a brick house isn’t all that bad, considering my neighbours can’t hear me having sex. My friend lives in a glass apartment, and her neighbours hear everything. She likes it though.

» Posted By suzie On 03.22.2013 @ 7:24 pm


Something I really stuggle with, but something I am improving at. Looking after someone, keeping yourself accountable.

» Posted By Suzie On 01.24.2013 @ 7:48 pm


I once knew somebody whose name I can’t remember now. He meant something to me, but whatever that was means nothing now. I couldn’t tell you why this was significant to me at one time. I wish I could. That time is long gone. Time is a curious thing like that. One minute, somebody means everything adn in the next, they mean nothing.

» Posted By suzie On 11.12.2012 @ 4:42 pm


Use-fullness. Sometime I wonder how valuable I am. I wonder of what use I am to the cosmic order of things. What use do I serve in what fate has in store for the people I have encountered, or yet to meet. Of what use am I?

» Posted By Suzie On 11.04.2012 @ 3:39 pm


switching lanes, switching gender, switching items in a store to change sizes. Switch, swatch, swish, swosh. Changing, substituting, exchanging. Changing you mind, you id

» Posted By Suzie On 06.11.2012 @ 2:09 pm


She was instrumental in his arrest, despite her reluctance to lose all that she had worked so hard to gain. It was as undignified as she could have imagined, loud banging on the door at a little before midnight. When the door eventually opened, four formidable men paced through the apartment. She dared not make eye contact with them, for fear that he would sense what she had done. He didn’t. It was over as soon as it began and they took him – no, dragged him – out of their apartment and her life.

» Posted By Suzie On 05.06.2012 @ 3:21 pm


pastels, dainty, quiet, sweet, pretty little colors, no? they are the colors i think of when i think of easter eggs, spring, and my childhood. i hate pastels.

» Posted By Suzie On 03.16.2012 @ 9:50 pm


He tripped over the generator lead. He stood to see her looking, trying to suppress a giggle. Of course she was looking! She didn’t look when he stood poised, chiseled, hoping for her to glance his way. She didn’t look when he jumped bravely into the freezing water, proving his manliness. She didn’t even look when he helped the lady across the road (a not so random act of kindness but rather a deliberate attempt to act chivalrous and generous). No, she saw him fall like an uncoordinated fool.

» Posted By Suzie On 02.28.2012 @ 5:23 pm


Salty popcorn caused him to cough. Shhhhh… she whispered angrily. He knew what she thought of him – always inappropriate, always embarrassing her. He looked down at the popcorn and glumly realised it was finished. What would she think if he quietly excused himself and ducked in front of all five people sitting between him and the exit? He was sure she would rather he melt into the floor and disappear.

» Posted By Suzie On 02.26.2012 @ 1:25 pm


I’ve set a curse upon my purse. I no longer have the joy of complaining about heavy traffic. My boss. Trips overseas for the company. Long hours. I’m now redundant, and I feel redundant.

» Posted By Suzie On 02.20.2012 @ 1:28 pm


It was as sudden and alarming as a balloon burst. It was the words we had dreaded to hear “there is no salmon left I’m afraid”. You’re afraid? I cried. What about us? What about our meal? What, am I just meant to eat the chicken and pretend like it’s salmon?

» Posted By Suzie On 02.19.2012 @ 8:08 pm


On a stinking hot day, mid February in the southern hemisphere, she drove her car until smoke billowed from under the bonnet. She looked around, her memory not providing any clues to her current location. She was in a maze of streets, with dreary identical homes lined up, all with their windows closed. In this maze she was a mouse, finding her way out. Instead of cheese drawing her to the destination, it was the promise of air-conditioning.

» Posted By Suzie On 02.12.2012 @ 3:39 pm


As an avid writer I spend a lot of time staring at walls. This wall has three large spots with paint peeling, revealing the white wall behind it. Paint it, I hear you say. Not in this lifetime. We are in the midst of painting the outside of the house and regrettably did not have the foresight to hire a professional. Nine months later…

» Posted By Suzie On 02.07.2012 @ 7:01 pm


I’m pretty sure that the earth orbits the sun, and the moon the earth. If I have that wrong, I apologise to my primary (elementary) school teachers. On a like topic, I don’t believe any man has made it to the moon. I said that recently to some shocked friends, but truthfully, how did the flag sway like it did? Too many questions raised.

» Posted By Suzie On 02.06.2012 @ 10:29 pm



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» Posted By Suzie On 08.08.2011 @ 6:45 am


there are those moments of insight – that are blinding when you see them. and then they’re gone and you’re not sure what happened and you forget – until it comes again. but you can’t store it or document it, only remember it and the sensation you felt and hope that you capture and pay attention or you have to wait again

» Posted By suzie On 07.26.2011 @ 2:57 am


She was so sick and tired of the laundry. Tired of walking through the kitchen and noticing – even smelling – the dishes piling up in the sink. Maybe if this wasn’t everything – this and the baby – it wouldn’t be so bad. Doing the dishes before leaving for work, for school, for something – would be better than doing the dishes because it’s your only real purpose. The way you’re supposed to fill your day.

It wasn’t what she imagined. As a child, looking ahead to domestic bliss. She imagined sunlight and happiness, towels smelling of fabric softener, babies and toddlers laughing at her feet, sitting on the pristine floors. Not this.

» Posted By suzie On 05.21.2011 @ 10:15 am


Either you are, or you aren’t. Determination is the cause of success. Without it, failure is.

» Posted By Suzie On 04.08.2011 @ 11:09 am


i wish i had it. first of all. alot of people say tell em that i am very strong, and i dunowmaybe i wouldnt have been able to get through everything that I have in the last year if i didnt have a little bit of it inside me. I dunno i just feel like someone who had it wouldnt have had to cry every day for like six months because of a stupid guy. any girl who has it should need a guy in her life just to feel like she means something. is that how i am?

» Posted By Suzie On 04.06.2011 @ 11:03 am


skye world earth universe milekey way chocolate bar twix swirtl firdge butter eggs bread milk cheese gocery store jewel ogden bank of america united states obama dog poodle girls boys club finn casey basektball danny is annoying alyssa eats caprison splash cooler is gross ooveyyyyyyyy thiss strangee when do we stopppp!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ugh doublee upp ughh guhh ghhhhhh guhhhh mikkk jugg icecreamm chocolate ben&jerrys my phone is buzzingg

» Posted By suzie On 04.02.2011 @ 1:49 pm


i’m so full of myself even though i’m a terrible typist. How can i possibly expect to be popular on Facebook when my typing is so bad. i have corrected at least 15 errors since i started typing this. why i’m not even capitalizing the i’s.

» Posted By suzie On 04.02.2011 @ 10:21 am


I once watched a movie called Wanted where they played a song that started with the lyric “I believe I can see the future, because I live it everyday” I don’t want to turn out that way. Living the same life with no surprises.

» Posted By Suzie On 03.18.2011 @ 1:28 pm

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