His hair hung down like a blond curtain. Funny how if his hair was black, he would be called “emo.” Of course, the white apron did not consent with being “emo,” either. I gave him my best flirtatious smile before ordering a caesar salad.
they really won’t let me choose another word here, huh. I guess I know my place, in general. My “t” key is stuck and is preventing me from…writing more crap?
there must be order to convict a person of felonious charges, order is needed in a country in order to run properly and accordingly for all the community to behave appropriately. without order there will be consequence.
When I think of this, I think of Law and Order, most preferably SVU. I think I’m fascinated by it because of the crime/death, but I think that everyone is. Don’t we stop at car crashes just to see what happened? Aren’t we more willing to look at bad news than good?
She was tied to a radiator. The radiator was in an old building. The old building smelled like pee. Someone was yelling at her to smile. She couldn’t comply.
the thing people want the most because they have never experienced it. they never will, because if there was an order we would not be… who the hell would want us?- not someone/something with order in their mind.
i dont take any, from nobody and never. neither should anyone else. unless it is about love or really important there should be no orders. no war without orders.
Tomorrow will end a five-year long chapter in my book of Life. I will no longer have to take orders from obnoxious guests in the mornings. I’ll be tucked away in a nice little cubicle – something I’ve always wanted. I worked at the Falcon Diner/Bakery for five-long strenuous years. I’ve finally gotten the opportunity to make an advance in my career. I’m finally going somewhere.
Everything was precisely as she expected it. The sweaters hung limply next to each other, followed by the blouses, three quarter-inch sleeves, and then vests. Dresses and skirts were last. Within each category, they were color-coded. She smiled at the perfection, burying the idea of obsessive-compulsive disorder amongst the heavy fabrics.
my life. everything i keep is in order. without it, im a complete mess. everything i do has an order to it, and if it would happen to lose this order, i would be hopeless. My life revolves around this one aspect. it is so important to my daily survival.
ordered a taco today and it made me sick because i am a vegetarian it took me two years to slip up and actually eat some kind of meat i dont even know if this could even be considered meat
As the man approached the counter of the local McDonalds, he looked deep into the eyes of the overweight teenager behind the counter. She was obviously a victim of her employers vicious appeal to American gluttony!
Order is chaos. We all know that nothing we ever do is entirely controlable. We know this yet, we choose to ignore it. So the best thing we can do is to hand over the reigns to destiny and fate. LIve your life without worrying what the next step will be. Simply relish the very fact that for whatever reason -you- are in this world alive. So simply live! The very fact that we over analyze every situation in our daily lives is perhaps our greatest fault. As soon as we begin to realize this, we can begin to truly live our lives, even amongst the inevitable chaos.
Order is a funny thing. No matter what your doing or who your with there is a certain order to how things are done around the worldd. like starting a conversation, you dont begin a story without first introducing yourself. or do you!?!?!? haha
The order is chaos if put into the wrong hands. People find comfort in order because they strive for it, yearn it, want it. Not many can get it without a bad outcome, which is unfortunate.
We were at my favorite restaurant. The waiter asked what we would be having. You ordered for me. From that moment I have never loved you more. I releases that every tome I talk you listen to what I am saying.
Order in the court. I have an objection or honor. I plead guilty by rule of temporary insanirty. i dont even think it was my fault. it was not a disorderly fashion
I will have order in my courtroom. There will be no fussing about. It will be down to business following the letter of the law. That’s what I say. By the way, I’m naked under this robe.
The order in which I placed my belongings on the table was very telling. Only one other person in the room realized what I was doing and in the end, that was one too many for my taste.
I am never in order. My things are everywhere. I can’t find my keys. I’m always over drafting my checking account. It’s not as though, I’m not smart or logical. I just can’t get things in order.
Forget order, it’s just a way of keeping you in your place. Don’t be afraid to break out. Love=funk. Don’t sit it out. Break it out. Who wants to be plain jane anyway? Order is for the weak and boring, have fun, and do exactly what you want, life is short right?
Order following chaos is something that can’t be described. I say that with my eyes there is always more that hides. Chaos bends to create what we see, not order contriving to be.
Order, the way things are kept in a way that must stay put. If that makes any sense at all. Like, specifically, the order you put books in on a shelf. My mother alphabetizes hers. Or the order in which I put clothes away in their proper places, everything has it’s order, life has order.The order in which you proceed in life, if you live a good life is preschool, elementary, middle school, high school, then college, get a job, marry, start a family, retire and die.
The order in which your suppose to follow life isnt really a rule, so go ahead and break it. Create your order of lifes goals. Fall in love young, or go to school late… because then youll be sure that you did everything in the order you wanted.
“Place your order already,” she said to the customer. I looked over at her and smiled because of her utter rudeness. She was still my friend no matter her attitude. And maybe that’s what I loved best about her:that bluntness.
His hair hung down like a blond curtain. Funny how if his hair was black, he would be called “emo.” Of course, the white apron did not consent with being “emo,” either. I gave him my best flirtatious smile before ordering a caesar salad.
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Order, hell, what is that? What’s the point of order? Why do we need it when anarchy and chaos is infinitely more fun.
hands down my shirt,
reaching for treasures,
that were never their’s to hold.
lips brushing mine
in fitful desire,
not phased by resistance.
welcome to our restaurant, may i take your order?
in line, solid, has a plan. People are rarely in order, and when they are those are the people you look up to. I wish I was.
There is only chaos. Order is a vision. A placebo. To keep civility. They are failing.
The new order. First, I need order in my life. Well, actually I just need order in my bedroom. I want to order some order, please. Be quick!
odre luch. order pizza. order salad order an sandwich i lo9vve order a book aoder a coffie arder some cream order me somthing
they really won’t let me choose another word here, huh. I guess I know my place, in general. My “t” key is stuck and is preventing me from…writing more crap?
there must be order to convict a person of felonious charges, order is needed in a country in order to run properly and accordingly for all the community to behave appropriately. without order there will be consequence.
Order in the court. Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh order, like law and order! Whoop there it is. Ha! Order… We need order. Order we?
When I think of this, I think of Law and Order, most preferably SVU. I think I’m fascinated by it because of the crime/death, but I think that everyone is. Don’t we stop at car crashes just to see what happened? Aren’t we more willing to look at bad news than good?
She was tied to a radiator. The radiator was in an old building. The old building smelled like pee. Someone was yelling at her to smile. She couldn’t comply.
the thing people want the most because they have never experienced it. they never will, because if there was an order we would not be… who the hell would want us?- not someone/something with order in their mind.
i dont take any, from nobody and never. neither should anyone else. unless it is about love or really important there should be no orders. no war without orders.
ordering order seems irrelevant.
Tomorrow will end a five-year long chapter in my book of Life. I will no longer have to take orders from obnoxious guests in the mornings. I’ll be tucked away in a nice little cubicle – something I’ve always wanted. I worked at the Falcon Diner/Bakery for five-long strenuous years. I’ve finally gotten the opportunity to make an advance in my career. I’m finally going somewhere.
There are times that a place is needed. And there are times when no place or peace of mind can contain the freedom we feel and need
Everything was precisely as she expected it. The sweaters hung limply next to each other, followed by the blouses, three quarter-inch sleeves, and then vests. Dresses and skirts were last. Within each category, they were color-coded. She smiled at the perfection, burying the idea of obsessive-compulsive disorder amongst the heavy fabrics.
my life. everything i keep is in order. without it, im a complete mess. everything i do has an order to it, and if it would happen to lose this order, i would be hopeless. My life revolves around this one aspect. it is so important to my daily survival.
order is an illusion entirely and to think you ever have a grasp on it is a horrible naivety but never a weakness
ordered a taco today and it made me sick because i am a vegetarian it took me two years to slip up and actually eat some kind of meat i dont even know if this could even be considered meat
As the man approached the counter of the local McDonalds, he looked deep into the eyes of the overweight teenager behind the counter. She was obviously a victim of her employers vicious appeal to American gluttony!
Order is chaos. We all know that nothing we ever do is entirely controlable. We know this yet, we choose to ignore it. So the best thing we can do is to hand over the reigns to destiny and fate. LIve your life without worrying what the next step will be. Simply relish the very fact that for whatever reason -you- are in this world alive. So simply live! The very fact that we over analyze every situation in our daily lives is perhaps our greatest fault. As soon as we begin to realize this, we can begin to truly live our lives, even amongst the inevitable chaos.
Order is a funny thing. No matter what your doing or who your with there is a certain order to how things are done around the worldd. like starting a conversation, you dont begin a story without first introducing yourself. or do you!?!?!? haha
The order is chaos if put into the wrong hands. People find comfort in order because they strive for it, yearn it, want it. Not many can get it without a bad outcome, which is unfortunate.
The order in which I place the importance of different parts of my life worries me sometimes.
We were at my favorite restaurant. The waiter asked what we would be having. You ordered for me. From that moment I have never loved you more. I releases that every tome I talk you listen to what I am saying.
Order in the court. I have an objection or honor. I plead guilty by rule of temporary insanirty. i dont even think it was my fault. it was not a disorderly fashion
I will have order in my courtroom. There will be no fussing about. It will be down to business following the letter of the law. That’s what I say. By the way, I’m naked under this robe.
The order in which I placed my belongings on the table was very telling. Only one other person in the room realized what I was doing and in the end, that was one too many for my taste.
I am never in order. My things are everywhere. I can’t find my keys. I’m always over drafting my checking account. It’s not as though, I’m not smart or logical. I just can’t get things in order.
Forget order, it’s just a way of keeping you in your place. Don’t be afraid to break out. Love=funk. Don’t sit it out. Break it out. Who wants to be plain jane anyway? Order is for the weak and boring, have fun, and do exactly what you want, life is short right?
I’m in it. I think. sometimes it’s difficult to get it, but it comes with time. experience helps in this matter as well.
Order following chaos is something that can’t be described. I say that with my eyes there is always more that hides. Chaos bends to create what we see, not order contriving to be.
order? there is never order. not in this life, and not in your next one. you can create it, but it is never truly there. order is not meant to exist.
Order, the way things are kept in a way that must stay put. If that makes any sense at all. Like, specifically, the order you put books in on a shelf. My mother alphabetizes hers. Or the order in which I put clothes away in their proper places, everything has it’s order, life has order.The order in which you proceed in life, if you live a good life is preschool, elementary, middle school, high school, then college, get a job, marry, start a family, retire and die.
out of or in tell me what i’m finding more about. or what i can shout about while taking these at tables with fine dining on the menu.
The order in which your suppose to follow life isnt really a rule, so go ahead and break it. Create your order of lifes goals. Fall in love young, or go to school late… because then youll be sure that you did everything in the order you wanted.
“Place your order already,” she said to the customer. I looked over at her and smiled because of her utter rudeness. She was still my friend no matter her attitude. And maybe that’s what I loved best about her:that bluntness.