it is disgusting, the way people dance these days. but if you grind meat its okay because we all eat grinded meat. Think about grinding your dreams? all that you have strived for. all you have dreamed about for most of your life and they are gone. in bits like ashes, what wil they become.
Her teeth were grinding as she waited bu the curtain. Her whole world was riding on this. Everything she had worked for for the past thirty years. In that room were 5,000 people who both loved her, hated her and didn’t give a crap. One last grind of her teeth, then she brushed past the curtain and changed the world.
The wind grinds against the leaves. And you think about when summer will come again. For a moment you want to reach out and touch it. Feel the rough texture of the leave grind against you with its soft, tentative touch, leaving scarlet marks across your palm. But you hold back. In the winter, you watch the ice grind against the once warm cement, and fantasize about summer, about spring, and about fall, when the wind will grind against the leaves again.
The wind grinds against the leaves. And you think about when summer will come again. For a moment you want to reach out and touch it. Feel the rough texture of the leave grind against you with its soft touch. But you hold back. in the Winter, you watch the ice grind against the once warm cement, and fantasize about summer, about spring, and about fall, when the wind will grind against the leave again.
Grinding. Chewing. Food. You grind with your teeth. But don’t grind your teeth. Because that’s bad for your teeth. You don’t want bad teeth, do you? Then you will be ugly. And that’s sad. :( TEEEEEEEEEEEETH.
oh my gosh, my mom thought that it was hilarious that for homecoming they sent an email out on the list serve to tell the children that all dancing must be upright. thats all I have to say.
I really don’t know. This has to be the worst word I could possibly have gotten. I need to write, really badly, but I just can’t find the inspiration to, so I came here looking for it. Then they give me this word that holds entirely no meaning for me at all. Its really disappointing. The only thing that comes to my mind with this word is high school dances, and there is no way I am going to write about those. I just need something to inspire me really badly. I haven’t written in so long, and I miss it.
Back to the chopping block.
The alarm bell sounds, just one strike of metal on metal, and I’m swept up in the crowd headed back into the factory. I hold in a sneeze as I push through the door, dust swirling through the air from the disturbance. Not that I mind; the daily grind of factory life fills my coin purse generously at the end of each week.
The noise was driving her crazy. She sat clutching her cappuccino, and it seemed to drive into her head like a power tool, making her clutch her hot beverage tighter and tighter each second. Steamy liquid poured all over her new pants. Damnit.
the grinding of a meat grinder is very grindy. HAMBURGER! metal dust is useful right? i don’t know. my teeth make grinding sounds when i grind them, GRINDY GRINDY. Grinding was banned from our School dances.
Grind it out, grind it out, just grind it out, they said. Just keep grinding it out. It was simple enough to do at first. Just grind it out! But you begin to tire of it pretty quickly. After so much of the grinding out of coffee beans, your soul begins to yearn for a little more. Also, you begin to despise the smell of coffee beans. Really, that heavy, musky, earthy smell can only be nauseating after a certain amount of time. But just keep grinding it out…
“You grind your teeth,” he said as he slid the tiny mirror back onto the tray. I nodded my head as I tried to focus on not drooling.
“Have you always done that?”
I thought for a second about the best way to answer without splattering him with saliva.
Grind. A dance move that started ages ago w/ the bump and grind. In highschool the bump got lost somewhere and it was just girls rubbing their lady bits all over the nearest guy to them. I’m sure for the guy it’s great but everyone else who has to watch the spectacle it’s either hilarious or disgusting.
I watched the stone wheels turn and grind. Small bits of flour flitted through the air. It smelled like horses and corn meal and sweet and farm life. It smelled like home. Easily I jumped out of the rafters and landed on the floor. Tarsh would be here soon, and I didn’t want it to look like I’d been doing nothing all day. He could be a real annoyance sometimes, but if dad found out how I ran this mill I’d be out of a job for sure.
Grind. A cool trick skateboarders used to practice in middle school over and over again, constantly falling on their faces but hoping when they finally figured out how properly do it all the ladies would swoon…. however all the ladies ever saw was them practicing and constantly falling on their faces. Swooning, notsomuch.
She stood at the sink grinding her teeth while she looked out the window. There he was, playing in the mud just like she had told him not to. What had gotten into him lately? This would be another spanking for sure.
dancing like a hoe in the club rubbin your ass up agenst someones crawch and turning them on maybe they might cum in there pants because your such a slut then you will catch an std or get pregant
Grind, the daily grind, grind some coffee beans for me, wake me up, I’m sick of this job. I’d like to take his head and. Stop violent thoughts, engage in hedonism, quiet the grinding impulse to.
wtf, the last word I was given was grind too. I dislike this word. It can be sexy ala the bump and grind or it can immidiately make your brain go “nose against the grind’ which is where I am now. Grr. Want a new word. Do not like this one. It makes me stressed and I have enough of that in my life right w/out having to write about the word “grind” thankyouverymuch.
the coffee grinder…love the smell of coffee grinds, one of my favourite memories from childhood is coming into the kitchen in the morning and smelling fresh brewed coffee and bacon on the frying pan, hard to know which was better, the smell of coffee and bacon or the knowledge that someone cared for you.
Grinding. There is some expression about putting your head to the grind. I sure havent done much of that this summer! Just being lazy…all during school, I’m putting my head to the grind. Its nice to take a break.
grind grind grind the lemon. we like lemon merigue cake. oh wee. i just got spelled checked i guess merigue is unique to new zealand huh ;) grind grind grind the apples
i feel like apple pie.
grind your teeth. you’re upset, you’re holding yourself back from saying something awful. you grind your teeth to hold yourself back. the word grind is funny in that it has so many different meanings. I have an axe to grind. do you? How about you grind up some tomato’s and make a sauce? You know when you think to hard about a word or say it too many times it starts sounding irregular? Grind is one of those words.
“The grind of trying to be all things to all people is getting me down,” she said. “Do you have any suggestions?”
He looked at her and smiled, “Yeah. Stop, just stop.”
Teeth while sleeping rumbling relentlessly together and interupting dreams like a hailstorm interupts a picnic. Jaw aching upon the morning and hinting at the sheer force of the sleeper’s insomnia.
that’s what everyone in life goes through so that you can later shine like gold or so my mom says…well but for me as a mechanical engineer grind(ing) can only mean on thing and that is smoothening the surface of metals :)
It’s teh same old grind every day. Get up, eat breakfast, let the dogs out. There’s no variance, no surprises. Almost no surprises. Sometimes one of the dogs has a little present for me. Otherwise, no surprises. So I do it over and over. I think, no, I KNOW that my life is groundhog day!
I ground my coffee into tiny bits and then I realized that I have no idea how to grind coffee! For I am just an adolescent! I love the way this word sounds. The way the vowel is in the middle of the word makes it so much funner to say!
Getting back on the grind, doing something, not to make others happy but to make yourself happy. But what does it mean and what are you sacrificing? More importantly what’s going to happen when you reach that balance, and what’s going to happen if you don’t.
They’re skin touches so gently. Like a graceful butterfly in a evergreen forest. As their hips grind each others. So full of love like it’s meant to be.
Here I am. I’m at the daily grind. Waiting. Watching. I suppose that’s life, waiting and watching. Hoping and dreaming. That’s mostly what life is about. Not talking and doing, but waiting for the right minute to make your point; to make your move. That is the daily grind.
a cute boy skateboarding down a rail when I was younger. Or what middle school girls do at dances to be hot. I use to think it was gross and dumb but now I really dont even care about what they do.
Fruit in first. Veggies next. After that…i don’t know. I s there anything besides fruits and veggies that can go into a juicer. Not that I know of. This is lame. I’m lame.
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it is disgusting, the way people dance these days. but if you grind meat its okay because we all eat grinded meat. Think about grinding your dreams? all that you have strived for. all you have dreamed about for most of your life and they are gone. in bits like ashes, what wil they become.
Her teeth were grinding as she waited bu the curtain. Her whole world was riding on this. Everything she had worked for for the past thirty years. In that room were 5,000 people who both loved her, hated her and didn’t give a crap. One last grind of her teeth, then she brushed past the curtain and changed the world.
The wind grinds against the leaves. And you think about when summer will come again. For a moment you want to reach out and touch it. Feel the rough texture of the leave grind against you with its soft, tentative touch, leaving scarlet marks across your palm. But you hold back. In the winter, you watch the ice grind against the once warm cement, and fantasize about summer, about spring, and about fall, when the wind will grind against the leaves again.
The wind grinds against the leaves. And you think about when summer will come again. For a moment you want to reach out and touch it. Feel the rough texture of the leave grind against you with its soft touch. But you hold back. in the Winter, you watch the ice grind against the once warm cement, and fantasize about summer, about spring, and about fall, when the wind will grind against the leave again.
Grinding. Chewing. Food. You grind with your teeth. But don’t grind your teeth. Because that’s bad for your teeth. You don’t want bad teeth, do you? Then you will be ugly. And that’s sad. :( TEEEEEEEEEEEETH.
My brother grinds his teeth when he sleeps at night. It is extremely irrataing.
oh my gosh, my mom thought that it was hilarious that for homecoming they sent an email out on the list serve to tell the children that all dancing must be upright. thats all I have to say.
His skateboard made contact with the cool concrete on that dark winter night. Snow fell all around him as he stared into the sky.
I really don’t know. This has to be the worst word I could possibly have gotten. I need to write, really badly, but I just can’t find the inspiration to, so I came here looking for it. Then they give me this word that holds entirely no meaning for me at all. Its really disappointing. The only thing that comes to my mind with this word is high school dances, and there is no way I am going to write about those. I just need something to inspire me really badly. I haven’t written in so long, and I miss it.
Back to the chopping block.
The alarm bell sounds, just one strike of metal on metal, and I’m swept up in the crowd headed back into the factory. I hold in a sneeze as I push through the door, dust swirling through the air from the disturbance. Not that I mind; the daily grind of factory life fills my coin purse generously at the end of each week.
The noise was driving her crazy. She sat clutching her cappuccino, and it seemed to drive into her head like a power tool, making her clutch her hot beverage tighter and tighter each second. Steamy liquid poured all over her new pants. Damnit.
the grinding of a meat grinder is very grindy. HAMBURGER! metal dust is useful right? i don’t know. my teeth make grinding sounds when i grind them, GRINDY GRINDY. Grinding was banned from our School dances.
Grind it out, grind it out, just grind it out, they said. Just keep grinding it out. It was simple enough to do at first. Just grind it out! But you begin to tire of it pretty quickly. After so much of the grinding out of coffee beans, your soul begins to yearn for a little more. Also, you begin to despise the smell of coffee beans. Really, that heavy, musky, earthy smell can only be nauseating after a certain amount of time. But just keep grinding it out…
“You grind your teeth,” he said as he slid the tiny mirror back onto the tray. I nodded my head as I tried to focus on not drooling.
“Have you always done that?”
I thought for a second about the best way to answer without splattering him with saliva.
Grind. A dance move that started ages ago w/ the bump and grind. In highschool the bump got lost somewhere and it was just girls rubbing their lady bits all over the nearest guy to them. I’m sure for the guy it’s great but everyone else who has to watch the spectacle it’s either hilarious or disgusting.
I watched the stone wheels turn and grind. Small bits of flour flitted through the air. It smelled like horses and corn meal and sweet and farm life. It smelled like home. Easily I jumped out of the rafters and landed on the floor. Tarsh would be here soon, and I didn’t want it to look like I’d been doing nothing all day. He could be a real annoyance sometimes, but if dad found out how I ran this mill I’d be out of a job for sure.
Grind. A cool trick skateboarders used to practice in middle school over and over again, constantly falling on their faces but hoping when they finally figured out how properly do it all the ladies would swoon…. however all the ladies ever saw was them practicing and constantly falling on their faces. Swooning, notsomuch.
She stood at the sink grinding her teeth while she looked out the window. There he was, playing in the mud just like she had told him not to. What had gotten into him lately? This would be another spanking for sure.
dancing like a hoe in the club rubbin your ass up agenst someones crawch and turning them on maybe they might cum in there pants because your such a slut then you will catch an std or get pregant
Grind, the daily grind, grind some coffee beans for me, wake me up, I’m sick of this job. I’d like to take his head and. Stop violent thoughts, engage in hedonism, quiet the grinding impulse to.
wtf, the last word I was given was grind too. I dislike this word. It can be sexy ala the bump and grind or it can immidiately make your brain go “nose against the grind’ which is where I am now. Grr. Want a new word. Do not like this one. It makes me stressed and I have enough of that in my life right w/out having to write about the word “grind” thankyouverymuch.
the coffee grinder…love the smell of coffee grinds, one of my favourite memories from childhood is coming into the kitchen in the morning and smelling fresh brewed coffee and bacon on the frying pan, hard to know which was better, the smell of coffee and bacon or the knowledge that someone cared for you.
Grinding. There is some expression about putting your head to the grind. I sure havent done much of that this summer! Just being lazy…all during school, I’m putting my head to the grind. Its nice to take a break.
gear
peter
family guy
pretty ricky
teeth
worms
weed
dance
crunch time
down to the wire
grind grind grind the lemon. we like lemon merigue cake. oh wee. i just got spelled checked i guess merigue is unique to new zealand huh ;) grind grind grind the apples
i feel like apple pie.
grind your teeth. you’re upset, you’re holding yourself back from saying something awful. you grind your teeth to hold yourself back. the word grind is funny in that it has so many different meanings. I have an axe to grind. do you? How about you grind up some tomato’s and make a sauce? You know when you think to hard about a word or say it too many times it starts sounding irregular? Grind is one of those words.
“The grind of trying to be all things to all people is getting me down,” she said. “Do you have any suggestions?”
He looked at her and smiled, “Yeah. Stop, just stop.”
She uesd to grind up coffee beans and fill his mouth to overflowing with them.
He came to like it.
Teeth while sleeping rumbling relentlessly together and interupting dreams like a hailstorm interupts a picnic. Jaw aching upon the morning and hinting at the sheer force of the sleeper’s insomnia.
that’s what everyone in life goes through so that you can later shine like gold or so my mom says…well but for me as a mechanical engineer grind(ing) can only mean on thing and that is smoothening the surface of metals :)
It’s teh same old grind every day. Get up, eat breakfast, let the dogs out. There’s no variance, no surprises. Almost no surprises. Sometimes one of the dogs has a little present for me. Otherwise, no surprises. So I do it over and over. I think, no, I KNOW that my life is groundhog day!
I ground my coffee into tiny bits and then I realized that I have no idea how to grind coffee! For I am just an adolescent! I love the way this word sounds. The way the vowel is in the middle of the word makes it so much funner to say!
Getting back on the grind, doing something, not to make others happy but to make yourself happy. But what does it mean and what are you sacrificing? More importantly what’s going to happen when you reach that balance, and what’s going to happen if you don’t.
They’re skin touches so gently. Like a graceful butterfly in a evergreen forest. As their hips grind each others. So full of love like it’s meant to be.
Here I am. I’m at the daily grind. Waiting. Watching. I suppose that’s life, waiting and watching. Hoping and dreaming. That’s mostly what life is about. Not talking and doing, but waiting for the right minute to make your point; to make your move. That is the daily grind.
a cute boy skateboarding down a rail when I was younger. Or what middle school girls do at dances to be hot. I use to think it was gross and dumb but now I really dont even care about what they do.
The grind of
the day,
the hour,
the place,
the pressure,
the stress,
I can’t take it…can I take it?
I need some coffee
to get through
the grind
Fruit in first. Veggies next. After that…i don’t know. I s there anything besides fruits and veggies that can go into a juicer. Not that I know of. This is lame. I’m lame.
grinding is a type of danceing that envolves rubbing you privates against one another. I have never done this, but i am not a wennie.
hi hi hih hi hihh ihhihihihip0hipnfvlo,ikjubhgtjzdfgs ilvshunjbuhbjzgtdx5t6f7ry7777777777777777777777777777777777zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzlolllllllll,lolololwlaoslwasuwhalololololololwahle baby whale go byebye howrse.com webkinz fuzzy balllllll grindyay bugaboo