Every day can be a hassle, depending on the attitude you choose to take towards things when you step out of bed in the morning.
For that is what it is all about: Attitude.
Are you going to see things as being a hassle, or as a possiblity to learn something new and overcome it!?
that’s the worst part of walking to work each morning. it’s not the hassle of getting up, getting ready, and getting on the metro. it’s getting off. it’s that 10 minute walk from the opera station to the front doors of the buildings. it’s the getting hassled that’s the hassle. it’s the catcalls and whistles, the honks
Oh my god, the mess I’ve gotten myself into. Now what am I going to do? Where can I find myself? Where did I leave myself? why did I get myself into this terrible terrible mess. Should have listened to the little voice inside my head.
sweetness and light wanna take it away from me; discords sown and time wasted. misunderstandings, quarrel, stress, the loss of that oh-so-could-have-been perfection visualised in the mind’s eye.
At approximately 14:00, in Miami, Florida; Mr. Hasslehoff entered ‘Tyler Booty presents: Mr. Titter’s Jug ‘n’ Chug Emporium’. Inside, Mr. Hasslehoff repeatedly exclaimed profane language and claims he ‘brought down the Berlin wall with his music’ and that he ‘didn’t decapitate Piers Morgan’.
When approached by the bar manager, Mr. Hasslehoff began speaking inaudibly, referring to a 1994 TV weekly cover in his left hand. It featured a picture of Mr. Hasslehoff and had the words ‘Mamma’s Milk Bags’, written in glue and hair, across the magazine’s title.
The bar manager then lead Mr. Hasslehoff to the pole where the female in question was dancing. The bar manager then left Mr. Hasslehoff with a complimentary disposable camera and exited the premises.
As the female began to dance, Mr. Hasslehoff got up on the stage and silently stood on his left leg for approximately 15-25 seconds, slowly raising his right leg vertically. Mr. Hasslehoff then asked the female what the ‘spinning circle things’ on her ‘breasticles’ were. When the female replied a ‘Tassel’, Mr. Hasslehoff then aggresively stared at her for approximately 10 seconds. According to the female, he then ‘contracted his torso like some kind of snake’ and unzipped his pajamas’ flies with the top of his Stetson hat. Mr. Hasslehoff then exclaimed, ‘then this must be my Hassle’ and began gyrating his hips in a violent circular motion.
When the security guards approached, Mr. Hasslehoff leapt feet first through the ceiling, exiting through the premises’ irrigation system. Mr. Hasslehoff then proceeded to the bridge, where Miami Police found him straddling Mrs. Osborne and tearing off parts of her hair with his eyelids. Miami Police drew their weapons and asked Mr. Hasslehoff to lie on the ground. It was then that Mr. Hasslehoff charged the officers, forcing them to discharge their weapons, both shots bruising Mr. Hasslehoff’s elongated eyelids. It was only as Mr. Hasslehoff lain slain, did his irrigation system relinquish Mr. Morgan’s head.
For WTVT-TV/DT FOX 13 News in Miami, I’m Kaytee Burpit.
The winds stirred the trees, shaking pieces of raindrops from their leaves. Lira shook her hair in annoyance as they pattered down on her, clutching her bag of groceries as she made her way through the howling wind to her house among the trees.
My work has spoiled me to the extent that, when a customer walks in, I believe they’ve actually hassled me from what I’m supposed to be doing, which is sitting on my ass and reading profiles of Louis CK and Lady Gaga. It’s a joke. I do nothing all day. If all the customers came in at once, I could finish work in under an hour.
hassle, mum thinks I am a hassle all the time. Some people that complain a lot think everything is a hassle but they should really just get on with it. If you’re waiting for a sign this is it.
everything is a hassle just like everything is a dust. it’s so little yet if it gets in your eye all the things you do you will drop just to rub that hassle that blurred your vision–and the irritation is endless. it really makes you cry, hassle things makes you cry, makes you curse, makes you irritable, uncomfortable.
She’s getting careless now. It’s been long enough and she hasn’t been caught. Too much hassle to clean them up like she did, to bag the bloodied tissues and hide the blade. Too much effort to stop the blood ruining her clothes again. She sits back and sinks into the glorious numb calm that comes with pain.
It was such a hassle getting up that morning. It wasn’t the hangover, it was the fact I’d lost my keys and couldn’t get home. Yes,I was outside in a soft rain with nothing on but a pair of undies and sneakers.
it is a hassle to put pants on. i remember a kid from year 8 telling us all of this when we were all asked to say something that was difficult to do. Everyone thought it was funny as we all knew it wasn’t what the teacher was looking for. But we all agreed, it is hard to put pants on.
Last thing I need. First thing I get. It’s got to be something I’m doing wrong. Life can be easy, I’m sure of it. I must be living it wrong. Need urgent life lessons from a different school.
it was strange; she never really noticed when he stopped being her love and started being a hassle. maybe it was somewhere in between the lies and the frustration, between the mornings she spent in her bed wishing she was in someone else’s arms and the nights she spent texting away on her worn-down blackberry. but eventually, she realized, the inevitable had happened, and now he felt more like a habit than the boy she thought she would marry one day, someday.
it was the worst day of my life. i was waiting at the hot dog stand for my usual – the mustard, kraut and spicy mayo – when she walked up and grabbed my ass. What she couldn’t have known was i was barely holding on to my breakfast of ptomaine-crusted eggs benedict – barely holding on to the southern exit.
She looked over her shoulder for perhaps the fortieth time that morning. She could feel his presence like a swarm of invisible flies, hovering, swaying, just out of reach. “Why can’t he find someone else to hassle? What’s so special about me, anyway?,” she muttered. He was her first, and the breakup didn’t go well, but then he got a little scary. Late night phone calls and hangups, scratches of hearts in her car…
Its something that you have when you don’t have time for anything! And you stress, and things are stressing and problematic, hard to do. It’s too much. Dont know more.
Waking up before you naturally want to. Doing things that only other people want you to do. Having to work, when you only want to pursue happiness. Homework. Writing papers. Trying to fill other people’s expectations of you.
If he had to, he would, but from the get go he wouldn’t bother. It was kind of a hassle: Nero did feel the need for these jackasses to learn who was holding the reins here, who really kicked everyone’s ass. If it involved for the Knights to get their ass handed in a silver platter until it was his turn to draw the shots [in more ways than one], he would.
what’s this hassle all about? ı have no idea. but to be honest, ı dont wanna be a part of it. I’d rather stay here in bed with my films and books, spending time at home, relaxed and away from stress. I say it because today I’m very ill and ı didn’t go to work. which is nice but not so nice when you have high fever and then you sweat like a pig.
Hassle is something we do when there is no patience and there is an absence of gratitude. We cannot find contentment when we create inconveniences for ourselves. Needless to say it is a state of mind. We incorporate hassle into our daily lives such as cooking, laundry, working out, or even the irritation conjured up by the inability to find the remote control. Perhaps if we were to place gratitude towards such actions they would become privileges than chores.
It was such a hassle to keep thinking about him. I mean obviously he has moved on and I am still chain up to him…thinking….hoping….wishing. Why it has to be such a hassle. Just let me go, I beg of you.
It was a bit ridiculous, really. It made no sense to Curse why her name needed to be Curse, why she needed a mask, and why she needed a ridiculous costume. This was not what she signed up for.
i find going to the bathroom a big hassel.. in the middel of the night particulary, having to get out of bed into the cold and run along in the dark to the bathroom. big hassel
This is such a hassle..to wake up every morning. Unfortunately every time I wake up I do not want to because my dreams are so fun and adventurous. They are the ultimate adventure because my life is full of them and in my dreams they are just all mixed up into one giant dream. Waking up =hassle!
I don’t want to pay attention to my wrist any longer. I devoted 3 months to caring for it, even in my sleep. But as I take on my next challenge, it begs to be nurtured like a thirsty child.
going to school everyday is such a hassle. I have to ride a van and a shuttle and its costs me more than a 100 pesos everyday just for the travel. I hate going to school. I’m alone there. Its no fun.
Too much hassle in school work. Too many things to do, and people to deal with. School and living and breathing is a goddamn hassle. Yesterday I died and shit happened and I really don’t know what to write because this pressure makes me want to kill myself. I am a very dead person. Yesssir.
such a hassle is bot for Baskel, the haunting hound of ville. not to mention the more the pension, of a retired man in doom. memories od times gone by.
get off my case, i don’t need your crap monkey beating on my wings
get off my face, your breath stinks and I feel aghast
at all the thoughts coming down from the beams, swinging down..
Hassle me hassle free til
I’m reborn, anew, ask you,
you know how to
hassle
me
free
Hassle, harass, all of it. I shouldn’t feel this way, it’s none of my business, but as I laugh and avoid it and brush it off to the side, it bites and stabs and wounds. The loneliness.
Every day can be a hassle, depending on the attitude you choose to take towards things when you step out of bed in the morning.
For that is what it is all about: Attitude.
Are you going to see things as being a hassle, or as a possiblity to learn something new and overcome it!?
that’s the worst part of walking to work each morning. it’s not the hassle of getting up, getting ready, and getting on the metro. it’s getting off. it’s that 10 minute walk from the opera station to the front doors of the buildings. it’s the getting hassled that’s the hassle. it’s the catcalls and whistles, the honks
Oh my god, the mess I’ve gotten myself into. Now what am I going to do? Where can I find myself? Where did I leave myself? why did I get myself into this terrible terrible mess. Should have listened to the little voice inside my head.
sweetness and light wanna take it away from me; discords sown and time wasted. misunderstandings, quarrel, stress, the loss of that oh-so-could-have-been perfection visualised in the mind’s eye.
problem
At approximately 14:00, in Miami, Florida; Mr. Hasslehoff entered ‘Tyler Booty presents: Mr. Titter’s Jug ‘n’ Chug Emporium’. Inside, Mr. Hasslehoff repeatedly exclaimed profane language and claims he ‘brought down the Berlin wall with his music’ and that he ‘didn’t decapitate Piers Morgan’.
When approached by the bar manager, Mr. Hasslehoff began speaking inaudibly, referring to a 1994 TV weekly cover in his left hand. It featured a picture of Mr. Hasslehoff and had the words ‘Mamma’s Milk Bags’, written in glue and hair, across the magazine’s title.
The bar manager then lead Mr. Hasslehoff to the pole where the female in question was dancing. The bar manager then left Mr. Hasslehoff with a complimentary disposable camera and exited the premises.
As the female began to dance, Mr. Hasslehoff got up on the stage and silently stood on his left leg for approximately 15-25 seconds, slowly raising his right leg vertically. Mr. Hasslehoff then asked the female what the ‘spinning circle things’ on her ‘breasticles’ were. When the female replied a ‘Tassel’, Mr. Hasslehoff then aggresively stared at her for approximately 10 seconds. According to the female, he then ‘contracted his torso like some kind of snake’ and unzipped his pajamas’ flies with the top of his Stetson hat. Mr. Hasslehoff then exclaimed, ‘then this must be my Hassle’ and began gyrating his hips in a violent circular motion.
When the security guards approached, Mr. Hasslehoff leapt feet first through the ceiling, exiting through the premises’ irrigation system. Mr. Hasslehoff then proceeded to the bridge, where Miami Police found him straddling Mrs. Osborne and tearing off parts of her hair with his eyelids. Miami Police drew their weapons and asked Mr. Hasslehoff to lie on the ground. It was then that Mr. Hasslehoff charged the officers, forcing them to discharge their weapons, both shots bruising Mr. Hasslehoff’s elongated eyelids. It was only as Mr. Hasslehoff lain slain, did his irrigation system relinquish Mr. Morgan’s head.
For WTVT-TV/DT FOX 13 News in Miami, I’m Kaytee Burpit.
The winds stirred the trees, shaking pieces of raindrops from their leaves. Lira shook her hair in annoyance as they pattered down on her, clutching her bag of groceries as she made her way through the howling wind to her house among the trees.
What a mess! ☮ ♪ ♥ Stop fighting! ☮ ♪ ♥ Peace and love! ☮ ♪ ♥
My work has spoiled me to the extent that, when a customer walks in, I believe they’ve actually hassled me from what I’m supposed to be doing, which is sitting on my ass and reading profiles of Louis CK and Lady Gaga. It’s a joke. I do nothing all day. If all the customers came in at once, I could finish work in under an hour.
hassle, mum thinks I am a hassle all the time. Some people that complain a lot think everything is a hassle but they should really just get on with it. If you’re waiting for a sign this is it.
There was a great hassle because of that glass. They had broken it and none of them would admit it. there was no time to think of excuses.
its a hassle to do this with no prompt but I see the goal is to just write. Seem good.
i love them…gives life a high…at times sticky things but its fun at times!!!
A hassle free life will have no fun….so bring it on!!
everything is a hassle just like everything is a dust. it’s so little yet if it gets in your eye all the things you do you will drop just to rub that hassle that blurred your vision–and the irritation is endless. it really makes you cry, hassle things makes you cry, makes you curse, makes you irritable, uncomfortable.
She’s getting careless now. It’s been long enough and she hasn’t been caught. Too much hassle to clean them up like she did, to bag the bloodied tissues and hide the blade. Too much effort to stop the blood ruining her clothes again. She sits back and sinks into the glorious numb calm that comes with pain.
It was such a hassle getting up that morning. It wasn’t the hangover, it was the fact I’d lost my keys and couldn’t get home. Yes,I was outside in a soft rain with nothing on but a pair of undies and sneakers.
it is a hassle to put pants on. i remember a kid from year 8 telling us all of this when we were all asked to say something that was difficult to do. Everyone thought it was funny as we all knew it wasn’t what the teacher was looking for. But we all agreed, it is hard to put pants on.
Last thing I need. First thing I get. It’s got to be something I’m doing wrong. Life can be easy, I’m sure of it. I must be living it wrong. Need urgent life lessons from a different school.
it was strange; she never really noticed when he stopped being her love and started being a hassle. maybe it was somewhere in between the lies and the frustration, between the mornings she spent in her bed wishing she was in someone else’s arms and the nights she spent texting away on her worn-down blackberry. but eventually, she realized, the inevitable had happened, and now he felt more like a habit than the boy she thought she would marry one day, someday.
it was the worst day of my life. i was waiting at the hot dog stand for my usual – the mustard, kraut and spicy mayo – when she walked up and grabbed my ass. What she couldn’t have known was i was barely holding on to my breakfast of ptomaine-crusted eggs benedict – barely holding on to the southern exit.
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She looked over her shoulder for perhaps the fortieth time that morning. She could feel his presence like a swarm of invisible flies, hovering, swaying, just out of reach. “Why can’t he find someone else to hassle? What’s so special about me, anyway?,” she muttered. He was her first, and the breakup didn’t go well, but then he got a little scary. Late night phone calls and hangups, scratches of hearts in her car…
Its something that you have when you don’t have time for anything! And you stress, and things are stressing and problematic, hard to do. It’s too much. Dont know more.
Waking up before you naturally want to. Doing things that only other people want you to do. Having to work, when you only want to pursue happiness. Homework. Writing papers. Trying to fill other people’s expectations of you.
Beaten, abused, broken and tortured by bullies, they make you feel worthless, they change your life. Its all such a hassle. Its all such a mess.
Lifes full of hassle and its all brought on by taking things to heart.
If he had to, he would, but from the get go he wouldn’t bother. It was kind of a hassle: Nero did feel the need for these jackasses to learn who was holding the reins here, who really kicked everyone’s ass. If it involved for the Knights to get their ass handed in a silver platter until it was his turn to draw the shots [in more ways than one], he would.
what’s this hassle all about? ı have no idea. but to be honest, ı dont wanna be a part of it. I’d rather stay here in bed with my films and books, spending time at home, relaxed and away from stress. I say it because today I’m very ill and ı didn’t go to work. which is nice but not so nice when you have high fever and then you sweat like a pig.
Hassle is something we do when there is no patience and there is an absence of gratitude. We cannot find contentment when we create inconveniences for ourselves. Needless to say it is a state of mind. We incorporate hassle into our daily lives such as cooking, laundry, working out, or even the irritation conjured up by the inability to find the remote control. Perhaps if we were to place gratitude towards such actions they would become privileges than chores.
It was such a hassle to keep thinking about him. I mean obviously he has moved on and I am still chain up to him…thinking….hoping….wishing. Why it has to be such a hassle. Just let me go, I beg of you.
It was a bit ridiculous, really. It made no sense to Curse why her name needed to be Curse, why she needed a mask, and why she needed a ridiculous costume. This was not what she signed up for.
“You cant hassle me any longer.” he said as he stood ominously over her cold non responsive body. He had finally cracked. But he was free.
i find going to the bathroom a big hassel.. in the middel of the night particulary, having to get out of bed into the cold and run along in the dark to the bathroom. big hassel
This is such a hassle..to wake up every morning. Unfortunately every time I wake up I do not want to because my dreams are so fun and adventurous. They are the ultimate adventure because my life is full of them and in my dreams they are just all mixed up into one giant dream. Waking up =hassle!
I don’t want to pay attention to my wrist any longer. I devoted 3 months to caring for it, even in my sleep. But as I take on my next challenge, it begs to be nurtured like a thirsty child.
going to school everyday is such a hassle. I have to ride a van and a shuttle and its costs me more than a 100 pesos everyday just for the travel. I hate going to school. I’m alone there. Its no fun.
Too much hassle in school work. Too many things to do, and people to deal with. School and living and breathing is a goddamn hassle. Yesterday I died and shit happened and I really don’t know what to write because this pressure makes me want to kill myself. I am a very dead person. Yesssir.
such a hassle is bot for Baskel, the haunting hound of ville. not to mention the more the pension, of a retired man in doom. memories od times gone by.
get off my case, i don’t need your crap monkey beating on my wings
get off my face, your breath stinks and I feel aghast
at all the thoughts coming down from the beams, swinging down..
Hassle me hassle free til
I’m reborn, anew, ask you,
you know how to
hassle
me
free
Hassle, harass, all of it. I shouldn’t feel this way, it’s none of my business, but as I laugh and avoid it and brush it off to the side, it bites and stabs and wounds. The loneliness.