I wish i had a maid i def do not want to be one, spending your life taking care of someone else, i should be the one taking care of not serving others, wh
Ah, the fair maiden. She stand atop the tower castle, and gazed out across the landscape. Demurely, she thought about the days past, and those yet to come.
What…a…babe. The cute little maid my family hired this summer has the face of an angel. An ass carved of stone. A head that would look beautiful mounted above my bed.
Maid in Manhattan is a good movie. My first job was like a maid service. It didn’t pay much but I don’t mind cleaning. Obviously I’m not feeling very creative today…
Sweep, clean, cook, wash the laundry, feed the pets, do the dishes, make the beds, groom the pets, walk the pets, clean up behind the children, mopping and dusting and all the madness of being a maid, how could anyone stand it?
Ah, Pink Panther. What a lovely fall play my high school entertained with. I was the crazy person in an insane asylum and that was fun. My friend was the maid. The director couldn’t stop telling her how great she looked in her costume. It was creepy.
the maid was walking down the stairs in a daze. she had been in a daze all day, really, but that made today no different from any other. what did make the day different, however, was the body laying at the bottom of the stairs.
molly the maid ate a horse when cleaning a fish tank. maid is supposed to be someone who cleans for you. i wish i had a maid. i like maids?…wish i had more time,i could really write alot of random things.
Her black and white uniform frustrated me. What was she trying to do? Seduce me? I didn’t want her here. I didn’t need her, but she wouldn’t stop dusting the book case.
I looked over the mountain high basket of clothing, realizing that he wasn’t going to fold any of them. “What am I, your maid?” I said in a sarcastic tone. He looked up at me from his book and smiled boyishly, “You are my beautiful wife.”
The maid looked over toward the blood that had seeped all over the wooden floor. Luckily she had experience using products to eliminate evidence that something had taken place.
Maids can clean almost anything, except of course your life. That is the individual’s job. She cannot organized your thoughts or dust off your memories.
Find the old maid.
Oh, find the old maid
The childhood games
It reminds me of the sunsets
And storms that flood the creek.
The wet dogs curled up on the floor beside me.
My sister curled up in a blanket with my aunt.
The tiny kitten struggling for life.
Attempting to meow.
I watched it with the sadness of a little girl
as it laid on the heating pad.
I talked and laughed as a little girl would
and fell asleep at the foot of my aunts arm chair.
The next day I awoke for a day filled with pools and trees.
The maid- term generally used for a lady who comes to clean a house. Unfortunately my mind has been contaminated with images of slutty maids outfits and maid-related innuendos. Damned teenage friends.
in china, white dress black outline. Old lady with a duster. cleans the house up. It would be nice to have a maid, although privacy may be an issue? probably wouldn’t bother me much.
Maid. She was maid, not lady, not slut. Crafted of beauty and fire. But then he took her and ruined her mind. Now she was and no longer is. How far does depravity lie?
i dreamt once that i was a cow. And the milk maid was tugging at my utters. Reluctantly i tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t let go. I tugged and pulled and mooed until i was horse, haha horse, get it?.. But nothing worked.. She was a persistent maid, and i suppose, when you’re looking for hard workers, that’s what you want. Eventually I woke up, and would you like to know my first thought? I’d like a glass of milk.
I am not your maid, nor your care-taker. Your mom should not be calling me every 3 seconds to find out where you are. I hate the way you ask me to make you food when you’re oh-so-hungry. I hate the way you talk to me when you need me.
The maid looks at the dishes. The dishes she’d cleaned not one hour ago. The dishes now dripping with her employer’s blood, which he brushed off as he slowly crawled away from his attacker, before bleeding to death on the carpet. She screams.
Been one once and it was a quiet life going about with a bucket and pail at times when no one else was about or if they were I was invisible to them and I always knew what to wear and learned to love gloves like a friend who protected and was kindly to me under every circumstance.
i wish i had a maid to clean my room. it’s a hot mess. and we don’t use our airconditioning which makes it a doubly hot mess. maybe if a maid came we would use air conditiong.
to be your servant is not my fortune
I am not the key to your laundromat
I breathe freedom
and sweep poverty
I am not your servant
I can teach you to be serventless
and enjoy freedom of your solitude
maid marion maid of honorable intentions girl of her own making setting plates and candlewares to the table, lighting fires in grates and drying her hands in soot and ashes. The girl as a tool
If I was a maid, it would be both liberating and suffocating. I’d be liberated from my own will, putting myself in the shoes of others. But I would hate to never be me. Or would I?
My dream is New York.
Always has been.
Everything I do, everything I work for is just to get to that big, beautiful city that never sleeps.
But what on earth will I do when I get there?
How will I support myself?
Even if it means becoming a maid, or a garbage person, would it still be worth it?
Probably.
she wears a maid outfit, dusts and brings your supper,
Neil said a man needs a maid.
She’s a bit of a fetish,
Men dream about her outfit,
She doesn’t get tired.
“Come here!” Screamed the shreaking voice of her mistress. Anabell ran as quickly as she could, knowing how angry her mistress got when orders were not obeyed quickly.
The maid walks in her master’s room blood soaks the ground and a blade is dug in the wall. A large shadow races passed the chair and flies through the air.
Maid costumes seem to have a bit of a fetish attached in Japan. It’s considered “moe”. Pronounced moh-eh. I’ve never figured out how to get those little accent thingies to appear.
I much prefer cat ears myself. Nekomimi for the win!
Cinderella!!! I have no brain juices to be creative. I just spent a night running around in France with my good friends eating ice cream. Everything is simply beautiful. Thank you God for life :)
She was my maid but hardly my servant. I loved her with all my heart but no one could know. She was there, every night in my bedroom and we whispered quietly about love and forbidden truths. She was my lover and no one could know.
“What am I, your maid?”
“No…but you are my woman.”
I slapped his stupidly grinning face and grabbed my coat, yelling back at his suddenly angry inquiry of ‘where the hell I thought I was going’. I yanked the keys from the rack by the door and slammed into the car, peeling out of the driveway as he stumbled drunkenly out the front door.
she had him put on the maid costume,you know,the type that shapely girls wear on halloween/he felt like a fool,but he did it for her/he hated her,until she started to undress him..
As I watched her pick up my little brother’s toys, I tried to imagine what her life was like before she came to America and became employed by my father. Did she have family that she left behind in whatever country she’d come from? Was she alone in the world, and that’s why she chose to live with a substitute family, acting as a surrogate mother to me? I had so many things I wanted to ask her, but the time was never right.
No sir, don’t go there, sir. I’m asking you. But he doesn’t listen. I’m property. I’m his. His can buy me. He can use me. There’s nothing about me that can’t be bought or sold.
I wish i had a maid i def do not want to be one, spending your life taking care of someone else, i should be the one taking care of not serving others, wh
Ah, the fair maiden. She stand atop the tower castle, and gazed out across the landscape. Demurely, she thought about the days past, and those yet to come.
What…a…babe. The cute little maid my family hired this summer has the face of an angel. An ass carved of stone. A head that would look beautiful mounted above my bed.
Maid in Manhattan is a good movie. My first job was like a maid service. It didn’t pay much but I don’t mind cleaning. Obviously I’m not feeling very creative today…
Sweep, clean, cook, wash the laundry, feed the pets, do the dishes, make the beds, groom the pets, walk the pets, clean up behind the children, mopping and dusting and all the madness of being a maid, how could anyone stand it?
Ah, Pink Panther. What a lovely fall play my high school entertained with. I was the crazy person in an insane asylum and that was fun. My friend was the maid. The director couldn’t stop telling her how great she looked in her costume. It was creepy.
the maid was walking down the stairs in a daze. she had been in a daze all day, really, but that made today no different from any other. what did make the day different, however, was the body laying at the bottom of the stairs.
“You were a milk maid down on the farm, I was a boy looking for a good-luck charm,” he chanted over and over again.
I just wanted him to stop.
molly the maid ate a horse when cleaning a fish tank. maid is supposed to be someone who cleans for you. i wish i had a maid. i like maids?…wish i had more time,i could really write alot of random things.
Her black and white uniform frustrated me. What was she trying to do? Seduce me? I didn’t want her here. I didn’t need her, but she wouldn’t stop dusting the book case.
An underestimated and honorable profession, still. You don’t really want to make your bed on vacation do you, or scrub your own toilet?
I looked over the mountain high basket of clothing, realizing that he wasn’t going to fold any of them. “What am I, your maid?” I said in a sarcastic tone. He looked up at me from his book and smiled boyishly, “You are my beautiful wife.”
The maid looked over toward the blood that had seeped all over the wooden floor. Luckily she had experience using products to eliminate evidence that something had taken place.
Maids can clean almost anything, except of course your life. That is the individual’s job. She cannot organized your thoughts or dust off your memories.
Find the old maid.
Oh, find the old maid
The childhood games
It reminds me of the sunsets
And storms that flood the creek.
The wet dogs curled up on the floor beside me.
My sister curled up in a blanket with my aunt.
The tiny kitten struggling for life.
Attempting to meow.
I watched it with the sadness of a little girl
as it laid on the heating pad.
I talked and laughed as a little girl would
and fell asleep at the foot of my aunts arm chair.
The next day I awoke for a day filled with pools and trees.
The maid- term generally used for a lady who comes to clean a house. Unfortunately my mind has been contaminated with images of slutty maids outfits and maid-related innuendos. Damned teenage friends.
in china, white dress black outline. Old lady with a duster. cleans the house up. It would be nice to have a maid, although privacy may be an issue? probably wouldn’t bother me much.
submission is beautiful in books and only books.
Maid. She was maid, not lady, not slut. Crafted of beauty and fire. But then he took her and ruined her mind. Now she was and no longer is. How far does depravity lie?
i dreamt once that i was a cow. And the milk maid was tugging at my utters. Reluctantly i tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t let go. I tugged and pulled and mooed until i was horse, haha horse, get it?.. But nothing worked.. She was a persistent maid, and i suppose, when you’re looking for hard workers, that’s what you want. Eventually I woke up, and would you like to know my first thought? I’d like a glass of milk.
I am not your maid, nor your care-taker. Your mom should not be calling me every 3 seconds to find out where you are. I hate the way you ask me to make you food when you’re oh-so-hungry. I hate the way you talk to me when you need me.
The maid looks at the dishes. The dishes she’d cleaned not one hour ago. The dishes now dripping with her employer’s blood, which he brushed off as he slowly crawled away from his attacker, before bleeding to death on the carpet. She screams.
Been one once and it was a quiet life going about with a bucket and pail at times when no one else was about or if they were I was invisible to them and I always knew what to wear and learned to love gloves like a friend who protected and was kindly to me under every circumstance.
she was cleaning. yay.. my family needed to hire a maid once. she stole our stuff. i was sad. in conclusion…..MAIDS SUCK. dont get a maid. EVER.
i wish i had a maid to clean my room. it’s a hot mess. and we don’t use our airconditioning which makes it a doubly hot mess. maybe if a maid came we would use air conditiong.
to be your servant is not my fortune
I am not the key to your laundromat
I breathe freedom
and sweep poverty
I am not your servant
I can teach you to be serventless
and enjoy freedom of your solitude
maid marion maid of honorable intentions girl of her own making setting plates and candlewares to the table, lighting fires in grates and drying her hands in soot and ashes. The girl as a tool
If I was a maid, it would be both liberating and suffocating. I’d be liberated from my own will, putting myself in the shoes of others. But I would hate to never be me. Or would I?
My dream is New York.
Always has been.
Everything I do, everything I work for is just to get to that big, beautiful city that never sleeps.
But what on earth will I do when I get there?
How will I support myself?
Even if it means becoming a maid, or a garbage person, would it still be worth it?
Probably.
she wears a maid outfit, dusts and brings your supper,
Neil said a man needs a maid.
She’s a bit of a fetish,
Men dream about her outfit,
She doesn’t get tired.
“Come here!” Screamed the shreaking voice of her mistress. Anabell ran as quickly as she could, knowing how angry her mistress got when orders were not obeyed quickly.
The maid walks in her master’s room blood soaks the ground and a blade is dug in the wall. A large shadow races passed the chair and flies through the air.
Maid costumes seem to have a bit of a fetish attached in Japan. It’s considered “moe”. Pronounced moh-eh. I’ve never figured out how to get those little accent thingies to appear.
I much prefer cat ears myself. Nekomimi for the win!
Cinderella!!! I have no brain juices to be creative. I just spent a night running around in France with my good friends eating ice cream. Everything is simply beautiful. Thank you God for life :)
Marian
lost within the greenery
Marian
fighting for notice
Marian
looking for love
She was my maid but hardly my servant. I loved her with all my heart but no one could know. She was there, every night in my bedroom and we whispered quietly about love and forbidden truths. She was my lover and no one could know.
“What am I, your maid?”
“No…but you are my woman.”
I slapped his stupidly grinning face and grabbed my coat, yelling back at his suddenly angry inquiry of ‘where the hell I thought I was going’. I yanked the keys from the rack by the door and slammed into the car, peeling out of the driveway as he stumbled drunkenly out the front door.
she had him put on the maid costume,you know,the type that shapely girls wear on halloween/he felt like a fool,but he did it for her/he hated her,until she started to undress him..
As I watched her pick up my little brother’s toys, I tried to imagine what her life was like before she came to America and became employed by my father. Did she have family that she left behind in whatever country she’d come from? Was she alone in the world, and that’s why she chose to live with a substitute family, acting as a surrogate mother to me? I had so many things I wanted to ask her, but the time was never right.
No sir, don’t go there, sir. I’m asking you. But he doesn’t listen. I’m property. I’m his. His can buy me. He can use me. There’s nothing about me that can’t be bought or sold.