fangflame
Taimer of all horses!
one is the loneliest number
When ever I find someone to talk to, something always goes wrong and I'm lonely again. I'm tired of this. I need to find someone who is mature enough to handle the things that can go wrong and the things that I do that aren't alway correct. I need to find someone who will help me with things that will happen. Someone to stand beside me as I try and achieve all of my dreams and goals. Someone to push me when I get tired and someone to hold me back when I go crazy.Tiffy highlighted all of what she had typed up, sighed, and press the backspace button.
What the hell was I thinking? Letting my friend talk me into getting on one of these dating site things. I don't k
now what to say about myself. They'd have to meet me in order to get to know me. She shoved away from her desk and disheartedly walked to the kitchen and went to grab a can of Pringles. Growling, she grabbed her wallet, shoved it in her pocket and stalked off toward her car, as her brother (who had come for a visit) had finished the canned potato crisps.
She drove to the nearest store, a 7-11, parked and ran into the little store. Loading her arms full of Pringles, the best munching food of all time, and headed for the front. On the way up, she bumped into someone, apologized quickly and went to pay for her snacks.
On her way to the car, she remembered she also needed milk. She grumbled, put the snacks in her car and walked back in the store for milk. The person she had bumped into was paying for whatever.
Feeling jittery, she hopped from one foot to the other and tried not to look like she was in a rush. Truth be told, she wasn't, but for some reason she was anxious to get out of the store and home to her cat, Typo, who had been begging for milk since yesterday.
Love is a fickle thing
You know how they say, the heart wants what it wants? Well, what if you knew what people wanted. You could see what people most desired.
"Yo, Rae! Wait up." My best friend, Jesse, called interrupting my writing. I squinted up waiting for his frame to block the sun that was directly behind him. I clipped my pencil to my notebook and stuck it in the back of my bag. I stood up and started walking toward my car with him. He rambled on about some girl in his class, his new obsession for the week, and watched as people milled around the open area of the courtyard.
"Where to for lunch? Your pick." Jesse taps his fingertips on his lips. I watch him as the thinks, wondering at how much he's changed. His awkward, lanky walk now gone and replaced with a grace only a ballerina would kill for.
We got in my car and headed off.
"The diner." I nodded and adjusted my direction. We got there, picked my favorite seat, the one with the high stools to the left of the door at the counter. From where I sat, I had view of the door and anyone coming close enough to eavesdrop.
Jesse babbled on, everything from school, to work, to his mom and sisters. I nodded in all the right places and even threw in a couple 'oh, man's or 'great going's every once in a while.
The bell above the door tinkled and in walks my heart's desire.
Oh my stupid heart.
home sweet home
I looked up at my newly bought house. Grinned, I thinking of my boyfriend who was on his way here. My stomach was all butterflies and worms just from thinking of him. With a sigh I reached down and grabbed the last bag from my mom's house.
I quickly conducted a search of my pockets and located the key in my back left. The door unlocked, I pushed it open with the tow of my boots and walked in. The bare floors and walls made me wish that he was here already.
I found my phone and found his number. With quick shaky fingers I typed Hey, you almost here? I sent the message and went to the bedroom. I flopped onto the bare mattress.
I found an outlet, plugged my laptop in and blasted some music as I busied myself making the bed and just dancing around the house, dusting the hard wood floors with my sock covered feet.
I must have been a sight. A 5'3" short, thin girl with ginger hair cut into a short bob around my cheeks, wearing skinny jeans with no shoes and a tank very bright tank top. I danced around, flipping my hair and getting lost in the music, laughing at the silliness of it all.
As the songs changed and a slower song can on, I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, hoping (insert name here) would get here soon.
When ever I find someone to talk to, something always goes wrong and I'm lonely again. I'm tired of this. I need to find someone who is mature enough to handle the things that can go wrong and the things that I do that aren't alway correct. I need to find someone who will help me with things that will happen. Someone to stand beside me as I try and achieve all of my dreams and goals. Someone to push me when I get tired and someone to hold me back when I go crazy.Tiffy highlighted all of what she had typed up, sighed, and press the backspace button.
What the hell was I thinking? Letting my friend talk me into getting on one of these dating site things. I don't k
now what to say about myself. They'd have to meet me in order to get to know me. She shoved away from her desk and disheartedly walked to the kitchen and went to grab a can of Pringles. Growling, she grabbed her wallet, shoved it in her pocket and stalked off toward her car, as her brother (who had come for a visit) had finished the canned potato crisps.
She drove to the nearest store, a 7-11, parked and ran into the little store. Loading her arms full of Pringles, the best munching food of all time, and headed for the front. On the way up, she bumped into someone, apologized quickly and went to pay for her snacks.
On her way to the car, she remembered she also needed milk. She grumbled, put the snacks in her car and walked back in the store for milk. The person she had bumped into was paying for whatever.
Feeling jittery, she hopped from one foot to the other and tried not to look like she was in a rush. Truth be told, she wasn't, but for some reason she was anxious to get out of the store and home to her cat, Typo, who had been begging for milk since yesterday.
Love is a fickle thing
You know how they say, the heart wants what it wants? Well, what if you knew what people wanted. You could see what people most desired.
"Yo, Rae! Wait up." My best friend, Jesse, called interrupting my writing. I squinted up waiting for his frame to block the sun that was directly behind him. I clipped my pencil to my notebook and stuck it in the back of my bag. I stood up and started walking toward my car with him. He rambled on about some girl in his class, his new obsession for the week, and watched as people milled around the open area of the courtyard.
"Where to for lunch? Your pick." Jesse taps his fingertips on his lips. I watch him as the thinks, wondering at how much he's changed. His awkward, lanky walk now gone and replaced with a grace only a ballerina would kill for.
We got in my car and headed off.
"The diner." I nodded and adjusted my direction. We got there, picked my favorite seat, the one with the high stools to the left of the door at the counter. From where I sat, I had view of the door and anyone coming close enough to eavesdrop.
Jesse babbled on, everything from school, to work, to his mom and sisters. I nodded in all the right places and even threw in a couple 'oh, man's or 'great going's every once in a while.
The bell above the door tinkled and in walks my heart's desire.
Oh my stupid heart.
home sweet home
I looked up at my newly bought house. Grinned, I thinking of my boyfriend who was on his way here. My stomach was all butterflies and worms just from thinking of him. With a sigh I reached down and grabbed the last bag from my mom's house.
I quickly conducted a search of my pockets and located the key in my back left. The door unlocked, I pushed it open with the tow of my boots and walked in. The bare floors and walls made me wish that he was here already.
I found my phone and found his number. With quick shaky fingers I typed Hey, you almost here? I sent the message and went to the bedroom. I flopped onto the bare mattress.
I found an outlet, plugged my laptop in and blasted some music as I busied myself making the bed and just dancing around the house, dusting the hard wood floors with my sock covered feet.
I must have been a sight. A 5'3" short, thin girl with ginger hair cut into a short bob around my cheeks, wearing skinny jeans with no shoes and a tank very bright tank top. I danced around, flipping my hair and getting lost in the music, laughing at the silliness of it all.
As the songs changed and a slower song can on, I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, hoping (insert name here) would get here soon.
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, sorry I'm not very helpful.
