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bow or bow? i think of dogs and i think of bow ties. i’ve known a few people to covet the first and others to sport the other. both seemed like acquired tastes, each of which struck me as out of my range of interest.
» Posted By mitchisms On 07.14.2011 @ 8:51 pm
wade through the paperwork, only to find that it will still be weeks and weeks before anybody gets back to me. haven’t they heard of phone calls?
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.29.2011 @ 8:41 pm
crush, i haven’t had one of those in a while. can’t say i miss it. can’t say i want it. can’t say much about it except maybe, well, my favorite kind is orange
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.28.2011 @ 9:25 pm
intense is the word i normally use when i feel at a loss to explain some overwhelming feeling. actually, the last time i used it, i was trying to describe to a friend how i felt during and after i had finally seen van gogh’s self portrait in person….it was probably one of the most unsettling experiences i’ve had recently. the fact that ‘roses’ wasn’t too far off on a nearby wall didn’t help much…
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.22.2011 @ 9:45 pm
i rarely if ever try to predict anything. i tend to get most things wrong. like that time i predicted that that game would end with me winning….didn’t happen…never does…
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.20.2011 @ 10:14 pm
like held someone’s hand? or a doll? something that is held is taken to one’s heart, i believe or at least that’s what i think of. could be wrong. that’s been known to happen on occasion…being wrong that is.
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.19.2011 @ 1:56 pm
station makes me think of train stations and placement in life. on trains…i love trains. something that would have never occurred to me years ago until a friend told me about how he had traveled on them. its glorious…as for station in life, always as a point as to where you are…now that i think about trains, i feel like moving…
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.14.2011 @ 12:34 pm
…the town red? paint it black… paint like…there’s no tomorrow? i think of covering things up. a light coat of paint over nails, something sparkly and shiny and not at all like the grim and residue that collect underneath.
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.06.2011 @ 12:09 pm
huh, not much to say about this one…maybe because i don’t ever think about plaid unless i have to, like now. don’t wear it and generally consider it an eyesore for the most part. just seems like too much going on in one spot. but, well, i suppose i’m simple that way and can’t fathom the awesome that is inherent in plaid.
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.05.2011 @ 2:20 pm
is what saved me as a kid. in the middle of the night, there was a call in program where, besides playing all kinds of music that i had never heard, gave people the chance to talk about some of the things that were troubling them; not a therapy session, but it definitely gave us night owls a sense of community that we couldn’t find anywhere else.
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.03.2011 @ 3:33 pm
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are very helpful. for the last few years, my life was contained in one of these. books, journals, directions and sometimes if i remembered, a protein bar. my life was being carried around in one of these and the fact that things are no longer like that, is kinda weird.
» Posted By mitchisms On 06.01.2011 @ 3:03 pm