I’m in the mode, following fashion like each change in seasonal trends is life or death. I’m eating ice cream, a la mode. I’m calculating the mode of a set of data. It is my modus operandi.
Of living makes me think of aliens. The kind that have electrodes attached to their foreheads, and spell things backwards. It must be a good life. Afar and distant, with only one main responsibility, which to observe the beings below.
Ice cream in the desert makes the Vogue editors shine. I want to join them, but there’s no sisterhood. By the lake, I sit alone, imagine myself in the lovely light of the laundry room. It will be my tomb, happy tomb for happy times.
I’m in some kind of non writing mode
its a mode not a node
i dont like the word node
sounds like commode
you node?
now I’m thinking of toads
roads, I think I even have a cold
but I’m still in a non writing mode
what mode am i in right now? Well its the self analytical mode. I am questioning the repeating pattern of a life lost to constant monotony. now i am realizing that i need a change that does not need a starting gun it needs a silent push, from the ghost of the inner me.
What mode should I choose? So many modes. I have a hard time deciding which mode to wear, especially in the morning when I just want sleep. The best mode is no mode at all. Like procrastination. Best to not procrastinate on procrastinating.
Mode. There are many different modes that I function in. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am an employee. I am a business owner. I am a pet owner. I am sure there are many others, but these are the main modes that I work out of. Sometimes it is hard to flow seamlessly from one more to another. But I do my best.
The mode in which the mind works is crazy. I never know what is going to pop into my head next. Why do I think these terrible things about my friends and family? Sometimes, all the time, every day. They don’t mean anything they are just the thoughts that come up sometimes when I’m thinking of the thoughts I shouldnt. When i am actually trying to think of thouggts i shouldnt have. AM i insane???
the mode of transportation in this country is very important to all drivers of the united states. i really hope some day that the mode of travel will be of something other than oil as its fuel. with the world warming up we need to come up with oil free modes of transportation.
I get into this mode where I won’t eat anything but greens and ice cream. I’ve never been pregnant, so don’t even go there, it’s just greens for dinner, yummy and healthy, and ice cream for dessert, because dinner was so healthy.
He looked at her like she was nuts and walked away. What else would you do? Ask her out? She’s a nutcase!
mode of phase. mode of motivation, like mood. what mood are you in today. what mode of life are you taking on the world in today. what complexity is your mode. i always become confused.
I like my brownies ala mode… That’s like, the only thing I could think of with “mode” in it… unless it’s like HEM from South Park (Human Eradication Mode)…
The person that invented that child’s toy without the ‘silent mode’ button should be shot and pee-ed on. I mean, why are the loud toys always the ones that haven’t got a button for that mode?
Mode, temps, voix. Mood, which we don’t really have in English, except for the elusive old subjunctive in sentences like “I wish it were different.” Tense and person. Grammar.
The mode of the paper is mode and all modes are modes for modes of blue and purple and this mode will not make sense. You will smile as you read this and your mode will be set to happy. Smile, mode, smile.
when there was a way to go he ran unto the shore falling fast upon the deep jumping back for more. laughing at the clear blue tombes falling from the sky.
Different modes of transportation
A boat or a plane
Different modes of play, like a sport or a game
When your in game mode nobody can stopp you
Your on top of the world and no one can pop you
I’m in the mode of mean today. I’m just not happy and by God I want to share. After all, it’s an equal opportunity nation I live in and everybody should have the same opportunity for misery that I have. While mode and mean are mathematical terms I’m pretty sure that my feelings are in the set as often as anyones and they’re pretty average.
Mode has a stuffiness to it that makes it sound like a chartered, planned path. My mode is determined differently everyday by the elements, the occurences and the air around me. Today’s mode is one of discovery and later to be supplanted by drunkeness.
it is not a normal mode of thinking for me, nowadays after each action I say to myself, that I am doing it for me, not for some unnamed or named other, but for me, for my benefit alone.
Today, I’m in tired mode. Sort of depressed mode, too, like all the buttons in my brain have been switched to ‘cry’. I can’t cry. It would interfere with the Lexapro, which, you know, prevents me from crying, seeing as it’s an antidepressant and all that. So I’d really like to cry. But I can’t. I can’t even sniffle just a little bit. My brain won’t let me. I hate society.
I was in the mode to go out and rob something. Like a convenience store. Maybe not rob; maybe just steal. Like cookies or potato chips or a Snapple. I could tell the cashier to go fuck herself. I could stop at the counter and say, “I was going to rob you, but instead I’m going to take these cookies and this Snapple.”
when im in a relaxed mode, i can sleep the whole day, do nothing the whole day… but sometimes you have to change modes to get the full colours of life. it can be nice to be in the full steam mode when neccessary.
mode is by means of getting from one place to another. no it isn’t. mode has to do with those average and mean and median. no mode is just misspelled because it’s meant to say node. no no no, mode is too long for mod which is the best style yet. nonono! mode has to be what it means to have manners.
i am so mad! so angry. it’s hard to go from the working busting ass mode and calm down and not beat my head against the wall. 12 yrs i’ve worked there and they are throwing us out to the highest bidder! no pensions, no benefits, pay cut in half. i hope they feel this crunch too! They suck so bad.
so. bad.
Mode of operation.
Apache mode.
User mode.
Mode makes me think of model. Model makes me think skinny. Skinny makes me think sickly. Sickly makes me think cancer. Cancer makes me think of astrology. Astrology makes me think of my sign, Libra.
the newest mode of transportion in the Us should be a electro magnetic tube rail with vehicles that hold 2 to 4 people , this will enable rapid transit throughout the Unithed states ans increase commerce and new jobs while system is built along existing highway system , once completed entire highway sytem will be enclosed similar to a green house with all area with in used as a national training center with the land used to produce goods that students sell to local resisdents to earn there degree and all recieve ten specific beneifits and any purchase they make a portion of the cost is applied to thier own benifit program .as system is enclosed with solar panels it would provide millions of megawatts of electricity that is green and provide a tax base that would turn the entire Us Highway system into a net asset provideing a huge new revunue source for the government while enableing drastic tax cuts for all citizens ,.
the sounds of a sick violin creep along the corridor – what a damned night. the ashes that collect on your black dull boots fall to the ground from the second storey staircase landing. stupid banisters. waiting is fucking tough.
In mode to go, modes of a computer. I don’t know what mode i am in today. I guess a friday mode as i am happy it is friday. i should be in more of a work mode, but instead i’m stumbling. what does that tell you?
Mode is an awesome magazine from Ugly Betty. I like the way they show how the magazine is run. Betty is such a contrast to all the Mode snobs and snobbettes, and she’s really real.
transportation the mode abode what horse he rode across the universe so many stars shining and grass was blowing stopped on the milkyway to have a snack
mode of operation
choices to be made
shifting modes
this mode doesn’t work for me
changing modes
je suis a la mode
mais oui
this is an outdated mode
m o d e
I’m in the mode, following fashion like each change in seasonal trends is life or death. I’m eating ice cream, a la mode. I’m calculating the mode of a set of data. It is my modus operandi.
Of living makes me think of aliens. The kind that have electrodes attached to their foreheads, and spell things backwards. It must be a good life. Afar and distant, with only one main responsibility, which to observe the beings below.
Ice cream in the desert makes the Vogue editors shine. I want to join them, but there’s no sisterhood. By the lake, I sit alone, imagine myself in the lovely light of the laundry room. It will be my tomb, happy tomb for happy times.
I’m in some kind of non writing mode
its a mode not a node
i dont like the word node
sounds like commode
you node?
now I’m thinking of toads
roads, I think I even have a cold
but I’m still in a non writing mode
what mode am i in right now? Well its the self analytical mode. I am questioning the repeating pattern of a life lost to constant monotony. now i am realizing that i need a change that does not need a starting gun it needs a silent push, from the ghost of the inner me.
What mode should I choose? So many modes. I have a hard time deciding which mode to wear, especially in the morning when I just want sleep. The best mode is no mode at all. Like procrastination. Best to not procrastinate on procrastinating.
Mode. There are many different modes that I function in. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am an employee. I am a business owner. I am a pet owner. I am sure there are many others, but these are the main modes that I work out of. Sometimes it is hard to flow seamlessly from one more to another. But I do my best.
i would absolutely love it if a vespa was my main mode of travel. oh, and it would be ideal if i lived in italy too.
The mode in which the mind works is crazy. I never know what is going to pop into my head next. Why do I think these terrible things about my friends and family? Sometimes, all the time, every day. They don’t mean anything they are just the thoughts that come up sometimes when I’m thinking of the thoughts I shouldnt. When i am actually trying to think of thouggts i shouldnt have. AM i insane???
the mode of transportation in this country is very important to all drivers of the united states. i really hope some day that the mode of travel will be of something other than oil as its fuel. with the world warming up we need to come up with oil free modes of transportation.
I get into this mode where I won’t eat anything but greens and ice cream. I’ve never been pregnant, so don’t even go there, it’s just greens for dinner, yummy and healthy, and ice cream for dessert, because dinner was so healthy.
He looked at her like she was nuts and walked away. What else would you do? Ask her out? She’s a nutcase!
mode of phase. mode of motivation, like mood. what mood are you in today. what mode of life are you taking on the world in today. what complexity is your mode. i always become confused.
He was definitely in sleep-mode, although he was still awake, stumbling through his day.
“I REALLY need some coffee right now,” he thought, “or someone’s going to get hurt.”
I like my brownies ala mode… That’s like, the only thing I could think of with “mode” in it… unless it’s like HEM from South Park (Human Eradication Mode)…
The person that invented that child’s toy without the ‘silent mode’ button should be shot and pee-ed on. I mean, why are the loud toys always the ones that haven’t got a button for that mode?
Mode, temps, voix. Mood, which we don’t really have in English, except for the elusive old subjunctive in sentences like “I wish it were different.” Tense and person. Grammar.
mode of operations is my modem operandum, which makes sense right? Am I in the right frame of mind, the right mode l? I want to know for sure…
Mode is the new colour…………….
The mode of the paper is mode and all modes are modes for modes of blue and purple and this mode will not make sense. You will smile as you read this and your mode will be set to happy. Smile, mode, smile.
when there was a way to go he ran unto the shore falling fast upon the deep jumping back for more. laughing at the clear blue tombes falling from the sky.
Different modes of transportation
A boat or a plane
Different modes of play, like a sport or a game
When your in game mode nobody can stopp you
Your on top of the world and no one can pop you
i live the life of a mode model, depeching here, depeching there, eating pie with ice cream, and just generally being fabulous.
I’m in the mode of mean today. I’m just not happy and by God I want to share. After all, it’s an equal opportunity nation I live in and everybody should have the same opportunity for misery that I have. While mode and mean are mathematical terms I’m pretty sure that my feelings are in the set as often as anyones and they’re pretty average.
Mode has a stuffiness to it that makes it sound like a chartered, planned path. My mode is determined differently everyday by the elements, the occurences and the air around me. Today’s mode is one of discovery and later to be supplanted by drunkeness.
it is not a normal mode of thinking for me, nowadays after each action I say to myself, that I am doing it for me, not for some unnamed or named other, but for me, for my benefit alone.
Today, I’m in tired mode. Sort of depressed mode, too, like all the buttons in my brain have been switched to ‘cry’. I can’t cry. It would interfere with the Lexapro, which, you know, prevents me from crying, seeing as it’s an antidepressant and all that. So I’d really like to cry. But I can’t. I can’t even sniffle just a little bit. My brain won’t let me. I hate society.
I was in the mode to go out and rob something. Like a convenience store. Maybe not rob; maybe just steal. Like cookies or potato chips or a Snapple. I could tell the cashier to go fuck herself. I could stop at the counter and say, “I was going to rob you, but instead I’m going to take these cookies and this Snapple.”
when im in a relaxed mode, i can sleep the whole day, do nothing the whole day… but sometimes you have to change modes to get the full colours of life. it can be nice to be in the full steam mode when neccessary.
i have one mode
that is hard
i go hard
like a rock star
my mode is strong
yours is soft
mode is by means of getting from one place to another. no it isn’t. mode has to do with those average and mean and median. no mode is just misspelled because it’s meant to say node. no no no, mode is too long for mod which is the best style yet. nonono! mode has to be what it means to have manners.
I like my new mode of transportation: a zippy, new used car. Small and comfortable, high mileage and cute.
i am so mad! so angry. it’s hard to go from the working busting ass mode and calm down and not beat my head against the wall. 12 yrs i’ve worked there and they are throwing us out to the highest bidder! no pensions, no benefits, pay cut in half. i hope they feel this crunch too! They suck so bad.
so. bad.
Mode of operation.
Apache mode.
User mode.
Mode makes me think of model. Model makes me think skinny. Skinny makes me think sickly. Sickly makes me think cancer. Cancer makes me think of astrology. Astrology makes me think of my sign, Libra.
the newest mode of transportion in the Us should be a electro magnetic tube rail with vehicles that hold 2 to 4 people , this will enable rapid transit throughout the Unithed states ans increase commerce and new jobs while system is built along existing highway system , once completed entire highway sytem will be enclosed similar to a green house with all area with in used as a national training center with the land used to produce goods that students sell to local resisdents to earn there degree and all recieve ten specific beneifits and any purchase they make a portion of the cost is applied to thier own benifit program .as system is enclosed with solar panels it would provide millions of megawatts of electricity that is green and provide a tax base that would turn the entire Us Highway system into a net asset provideing a huge new revunue source for the government while enableing drastic tax cuts for all citizens ,.
the sounds of a sick violin creep along the corridor – what a damned night. the ashes that collect on your black dull boots fall to the ground from the second storey staircase landing. stupid banisters. waiting is fucking tough.
In mode to go, modes of a computer. I don’t know what mode i am in today. I guess a friday mode as i am happy it is friday. i should be in more of a work mode, but instead i’m stumbling. what does that tell you?
Mode is an awesome magazine from Ugly Betty. I like the way they show how the magazine is run. Betty is such a contrast to all the Mode snobs and snobbettes, and she’s really real.
transportation the mode abode what horse he rode across the universe so many stars shining and grass was blowing stopped on the milkyway to have a snack
it is a term used in statistics to find the number which occurs the maximum number of time.
mode of operation
choices to be made
shifting modes
this mode doesn’t work for me
changing modes
je suis a la mode
mais oui
this is an outdated mode
m o d e