driving

August 9th, 2011 | 622 Entries

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622 Entries for “driving”

  1. i like to drive. driving is very difficult for me though because i suck at it. I would like to learn but I’m afraid I’m going to get into an accident or run someone over. I can’t learn because I might kill someone. driving is just too pointless we need teleporters

    by Kassy on 08.09.2011
  2. As much as driving seems to be fun, it’s also one of the most dangerous activities a person can do. Here where I live, you’re more likely to die than to have fun while driving. It’s not fun whatsoever; it’s life-threatening.

    by Maya on 08.09.2011
  3. driving was the only way I could escape the pain of my past. It let me be free from the burdens, the hard choices, everything. Although it did that, it still never truely freed me. One day, I wish to die by driving. Driving to far, to fast, to slow, anyway… I just want to die by the thing I love most

  4. Driving in my car with you was one of my favorite things. I wish you were still around to do it. I mean, someday, when we’re back in the same place, I’m sure we’ll be driving each other around places, but I wish you were here now. It’s hard for me to imagine you driving, is that odd? I hope not. I can just see me. Driving you to wherever we needed to go.

    by J.J. on 08.09.2011
  5. I can’t wait to listen to my music of choice and drive drive drive anywhere, preferably with the windows down. Gas money will burn a hole through my wallet; a small setback. I’d rather walk or ride a bike anyway.

  6. Driving is one of the most exciting yet dangerous practices that one does in his daily life, that guilty pleasure of speeding mixed with the feeling that you should return safely to your family is just confusing, I love driving.

    by BahY M. Ali on 08.09.2011
  7. Driving is usually pretty fun unless I get near crappy drivers. There was one today that couldn’t figure out which lane he wanted and I had to slam on my brakes. My brakes actually skid! It was horrible and I had to lay down the horn. It was some old guy in a black truck with no clue how to drive. Typical. But I like driving in a big city. It’d kind of fun. I don’t know why since there’s a lot of road rage involved, but that cool with me.

    by Sarah on 08.09.2011
  8. I hate driving, especially because there are so many horrible drivers who get in my way and make me say bad words. My children also make me nervous and say bad words. Driving anywhere with my children makes me want to cut my throat. But I have to drive and so I put up with the bad drivers and my kids.

    by Pamela White on 08.09.2011
  9. Sahrah forced herself to take one more step, the bitter biting wind making every move a concentrated agony. It took every ounce of her strength and James’ encouragement driving her on to stave off the will to rest, just for a moment. and the snow looked so soft…

    by Hercules T. Rembrandt on 08.09.2011
  10. driving is something i will learn to do…. eventually.
    it’s scary, to think that you’re going faster then i ever have before, and you’re in complete control!
    i mean what if you hit a dog, or an animal or something
    or you die…
    i would die happy.
    i can die
    yes i can die happy now.

    by sabrina on 08.09.2011
  11. A long black line stretched all the way to the horizon. To where it went, I didn’t know. I drove and I drove along it with no idea what objective to follow, what goal I pursued, and the ending point seemed to far away. I don’t know if I’ll have enough gas to make it.

    by Mary on 08.09.2011
  12. I love to drive. Its exciting to be able to reach any destination you can think of. Driving makes me feel more mature and free. There are some bad things about driving as well. Some people drive drunk, putting themselves and others in danger. I wish people would thing more about there actions and how they affect the people who love them. I know many people who have died in accidents.

    by elaine Hristov on 08.09.2011
  13. I wonder what drives life? This struggle for survival, the search for happiness, the or need to escape from ourselves. Sometimes, when I’m in a car and I look out the window, I can see all these things take place at the same time outside. Maybe that’s why we need faster, and more extensive modes of transportation. Until in the end, life drives us. Taking things slow once in a while is important. Don’t go too fast.

    by Nishat on 08.09.2011
  14. Suture le ton d
    L’air me
    ss& gee
    Long weat..so no
    Jouxa bells, brenot.

  15. Driving me crazy with your kisses. Never noticing I’ve lost myself in your arms, or are they my arms now? Who knows? Do you care? This perfect fusion of you and I, is all I need on this warm night. Ocean breeze tickles my waist, as your fresh breath begins to steer this foreplay into burning territory.

  16. Driving? I just heard about driving
    i mean wrote about driving
    i wrote about it but couldnt save it because
    i hadnt made an account
    yet
    why would someone be angry about kisses?
    theyre not. unless youre cheating
    driving yourself into
    trouble
    im crazyyyy
    lalalala
    slap slap slap slap.
    i wish i could drive but i’m too young.
    i dont think i’m doing this right
    is this supposed to be a story or deep or something? am i supposed to write something deep about driving like
    driving is the route of all evil
    get it?

  17. it is something i have not yet learned to do with dexterity. rather, i have procrastinated learning with all of my most productive measures.

    by Juliette Laurence on 08.09.2011
  18. okay so driving… i usually think of asians and how bad of drivers they are. and i hate driving myself, it really sucks. in november i will be getting my license though, which is quite exciting for me. i mean driving is fine but i think i will like it better when my parents aren’t yelling there right beside me.

    by Ann on 08.09.2011
  19. I was driving down the country road, windows down. The sun fit perfectly with the music emanating from my CD player. My boyfriend’s arm around my neck, gently brushing the hair away from my shoulders. Perfect. We don’t need to be doing anything but driving, as long as I’m with him. He makes every moment feel important when we’re together. What else is love? Life is meaningful.

  20. Driving down hwy 57 with my windshield bearing down on my heart, my head, my ears with suffocating silence. He has a new girlfriend. 3 days at college and he has a new girlfriend. A prettier girlfriend, probably, who he can actually keep it up for. I stayed awake through the night waiting for sleep and instead felt the stabbing pain of insecurity echo around in my empty chest for 8 hours. At 4 in the morning I watched Roseanne to the clutter the silence. Now as the empty prairie side zoomed past me at 80 miles an hour I see and a cop and flashing lights.

    by Kirsten Logerquist on 08.09.2011
  21. She was driving as fast as she could. Though it was useless, neither the empty streets nor the cars acceleration could rid her of the memories. She stopped the car. It was time she faced her demons down, it was time she became a man.

    by Lyndsay on 08.09.2011
  22. This job is driving me crazy she thought, as the 100th, literally 100th, person screamed at her for something that was not her fault. How is she supposed to continue being happy robot lady? This job used to be easy…and then the real work started. How is she supposed to draw boundaries and sympathize with people at the same time? A nearly impossible task, hopefully she does not end up callous and cynical.

  23. I’m scared of driving. I don’t want to try to learn everything and fail. But on the other hand, I want freedom. I want to be able to just call someone then drive to meet them. I want to drive to work and I want to drive to school and park in a coveted parking space.

    by Melissa on 08.09.2011
  24. HAH.
    I would love to go driving today. I would love to just leave, leave him, leave all of this, and just drive it off for a while. But, no, I have to stay here because I fucking depend on him and I hate it, and I’m sure he hates it and we’re all just so full of fucking hate. GAH.
    Driving sounds so marvelous right now. But where would I go? I mean, really? Look at all these fragmented sentences. I’m so proud. /:

  25. Driving terrifies me in a way. I may have my permit, but every time I get behind the wheel something clicks in my brain and I get scared. That much power under my control is nerve-wracking. There is so much that can go wrong its ridiculous. Driving means leaving.

    by Miranda on 08.09.2011
  26. I was driving one day, after drinking a lot. It hurts now to think about it, and it was not my first time. This time though, I was caught. And though, it was not my first time being caught drunk driving, i knew it was my last. you see that is how my father died. “how can she do that knowing that is how her father passed away?” You might ask. Simple. Addiction. It is a disease that kills so many people everyday, but it will not kill me.

    by Amanda on 08.09.2011
  27. Driving along with you at my side
    Your old wrinkled hand still fitted with mine
    As we take that sunny afternoon drive
    Knowing that everything soon will be fine

  28. The top was down on my 1965 Pontiac, as I drove up the turnpike feeling the red streaks on the side of the car blazing down the side of the car. It was long since 1965 but the car had remained stylish. It wasn’t out of style, or ridiculous like clothing or furniture. Driving was my life. And the sex appeal of the car distracted my mind from the idea that I was about to murder three innocent people for money.

  29. i was driving my golf kart the other day and i thought “oh my gosh, I may never get to do this ever again.” It was a terrible thought. When would the next time be when I would get to spend time out on this course with my favorite kart. I just wanted to drive off into the sunset and tell the world I’d be back when I want.

    by Megan on 08.09.2011
  30. I have to learn it…again…and i need a new car, because my old one was stolen. Go change:)

    by Ági on 08.09.2011
  31. driving is something we do a lot. we drive to get fast food a lot. driving is dangerous. a lot of things are dangerous. we like dangerous things. dangerous things aren’t good for us. we like things that aren’t good for us. why do we like things that aren’t good for us? i don’t know.

    by Kat on 08.09.2011
  32. Driving is one of my least favorite activities in the daily grind. I am not a fan of paying attention to all the others on the road who fail to pay attention to me. I hate having to steer and put my foot to the pedal. Especially now that I have an injured right ankle; it is torturous business.

  33. driving. i can’t wait to drive. it is a symbol of independence. a symbol of freedom. a symbol that i can take care of myself. i cannot wait to drive into the sunset and out of this town. i won’t even look in the rearview mirror. i will just keep driving.

    by Kara Schwartz on 08.09.2011
  34. Driving is one of my least favorite activities in the daily grind. I am not a fan of paying attention to all the others on the road who fail to pay attention to me. I hate having to steer and put my foot to the petal. Especially now that I have an injured right ankle; it is torturous business.

  35. Today is my first day taking out the lobster boat. It came up from Delaware last week. The old one broke during the storm, and I ended up selling it to a shop that could use the parts.

    by anna on 08.09.2011
  36. its fun and fast, i love to drive but I’m scared of getting into a car accident. I’m mad ppl can get their license and suck at driving. completely. its so dumb how asians can’t drive.

    by Joanne on 08.09.2011
  37. I was driving down the road one day thinking to myself. This was never unusual as there was never anyone with me. But this time, it felt as if someone were actually listening to me speak aloud my thoughts and that scared me. One, I thought that maybe there could be someone in the backseat. But two, it also calmed me. Finally, there was someone to listen to me.

    by on 08.09.2011
  38. As if driving the point of this ludicrous situation home, when the corporal pulled the trigger on his rifle the only thing that happened was the sound of a loud click. And with that, Major Lightning raised his hand and stilled everyone, then signaled for everyone to get out of the room.

  39. driving to the edge of town, looking both ways and then behind me for cops. i am constantly patrolling around me, looking for dangers. today i went to the doctors. on the way the car overheated and started steaming. i guess it made the medical exam a little less intimidating. but not really. i am scared of being sick, scared of what i cannot control myself.

  40. i love driving my car. especially when I’m stressed out or upset. driving is so freeing. blaring my music and just tuning out whatever is going on thats hurting me. sometimes driving in my car is the only thing that makes me feel better. everything just fades away and just me, my car and the open road. its so peaceful. i am so thankful that i can drive my car whenever where ever to relieve all the stress in my life.

    by Gallagher on 08.09.2011