respond to what? to what goddamnit?! that’s a very silly thing to do. half these words dont have any relevance to any day to day events anyways. what crap. now, what’ll it do with what i write? hmm…
i like to respond to each and every querry whatever it may be, independent of what it is about. While replying the querry i try to put in all my knowledge so as to give the best of my response to the concerned.
to respond or not to respong. i don’t always like to respond to questions that i’m asked. It’s that or i just don’t want to tell a lie or the truth. I guess it all depends. If you give an honest response it can hurt some one.. and it
Angry rebuttals flicker through the mind, each unsatisfying in its own way, each rejected in turn until the moment passes, the conversation moves on and you are left stifling in your indignation.
Repondez in french. I don’t know why my mind just made up that link. But thats me. Usually it kind of denotes a sense of gravitas or to be used a little formal situations. Makes me think of doctors talking about responding to medication. Also of managers who write such stuffy letters and saying please respond to this.
respond to the roll, the cut, the nothings right, the subsequent take ten that becomes getting a cup of starbucks that becomes shooting the shit that becomes going back to the trailer that becomes taking the makeup and costume off that becomes waiting for the next day to work again to get it right, to respond to the cut, the string of timeouts like a game, the waiting like life
He asked me to respond to his question, but I was speechless. “Respond?” I said. “How can I respond to something so outrageous, so completely without merit?”
He smiled, then said, “Why shouldn’t you? You write like that all the time anyway.”
I responded imediatly to the sound of fire truck and ambulances! Someone was hurt! and they needed my help!
respond to what? to what goddamnit?! that’s a very silly thing to do. half these words dont have any relevance to any day to day events anyways. what crap. now, what’ll it do with what i write? hmm…
i like to respond to each and every querry whatever it may be, independent of what it is about. While replying the querry i try to put in all my knowledge so as to give the best of my response to the concerned.
oh good god. it meant the world to me that you woyld respond exactly how you used to.
after that last night was hard. but today i am flying.
to respond or not to respong. i don’t always like to respond to questions that i’m asked. It’s that or i just don’t want to tell a lie or the truth. I guess it all depends. If you give an honest response it can hurt some one.. and it
i responed as fasst as i could because i was watching a video and i really wannteed to astumble so i did and u know what i landed on this lol!
I responded as soon as I could, I rushed to my computer and got to my email, but my poor computer skills slowed me down, darn.
Angry rebuttals flicker through the mind, each unsatisfying in its own way, each rejected in turn until the moment passes, the conversation moves on and you are left stifling in your indignation.
Repondez in french. I don’t know why my mind just made up that link. But thats me. Usually it kind of denotes a sense of gravitas or to be used a little formal situations. Makes me think of doctors talking about responding to medication. Also of managers who write such stuffy letters and saying please respond to this.
respond to the roll, the cut, the nothings right, the subsequent take ten that becomes getting a cup of starbucks that becomes shooting the shit that becomes going back to the trailer that becomes taking the makeup and costume off that becomes waiting for the next day to work again to get it right, to respond to the cut, the string of timeouts like a game, the waiting like life
how to respond when kids ask questions? they always follow up with “why?”
He asked me to respond to his question, but I was speechless. “Respond?” I said. “How can I respond to something so outrageous, so completely without merit?”
He smiled, then said, “Why shouldn’t you? You write like that all the time anyway.”
“Please respond,” Frank sobbed into the radio. “Please, we’re trapped, I’ll do anything…”
The police cruiser was sunk into the mud, all four wheels spinning helplessly as the murky shadow approached.