tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28505857441400165172011-06-02T05:36:38.305-07:00in10Each day in a 10 word storythe girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-66326999692207035382011-06-02T05:36:00.001-07:002011-06-02T05:36:38.384-07:00Fucking cunt. The words rolled over in her head endlessly. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-6632699969220703538?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-3542634217458749352011-06-01T05:10:00.001-07:002011-06-01T05:10:54.855-07:00Nostalgia crept in. it was the right thing to do <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-354263421745874935?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-29956165537217528182011-05-25T05:12:00.001-07:002011-05-25T05:12:19.748-07:00Walls closed in. Only the letter was to be written. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-2995616553721752818?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-89344858390850215022011-05-23T06:36:00.001-07:002011-05-23T06:36:59.851-07:00When enough is enough. Life's too short. Time to quit. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-8934485839085021502?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-44334989240338640922011-05-21T07:40:00.000-07:002011-05-21T07:40:38.422-07:00Work. Drained. Friend in turmoil. Exhausted. Catch a break. Never<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-4433498924033864092?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-42557159146805062132011-05-19T23:14:00.000-07:002011-05-19T23:14:06.059-07:00twelve hours of criticism, fifteen minutes of thanks. Decision made.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-4255715914680506213?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-38004314866398341932011-05-18T04:28:00.001-07:002011-05-18T04:30:32.530-07:00As different as they were they embodied absolute perfection together. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-3800431486639834193?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-46495621485553319622011-05-17T04:22:00.001-07:002011-05-17T04:22:06.597-07:00Started with a flirt. Lit spark. Tongue was a flame <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-4649562148555331962?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-11606033819517892302011-05-15T21:00:00.001-07:002011-05-15T21:01:43.813-07:00Counsellor, friend, lover. Makes house calls. Satisfaction is guaranteed. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-1160603381951789230?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-50196416285774034402011-05-14T10:12:00.001-07:002011-05-14T10:12:30.452-07:00Why did it happen again when nothing was possible? Obsession. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-5019641628577403440?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-28512578726492693952011-05-13T20:22:00.001-07:002011-05-13T21:51:01.642-07:00He walked back in after ten years. She was married. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-2851257872649269395?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-64315600050566708432011-05-12T04:56:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:22:27.626-07:00From love to shove. They went to bed without words. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-6431560005056670843?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-10276927148194866622011-05-11T05:27:00.001-07:002011-05-11T05:27:36.302-07:00A year of sweat evaporated into thin air. What now? <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-1027692714819486662?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-75902925340036205752011-05-10T03:55:00.001-07:002011-05-10T03:55:29.980-07:00Pain in my head and heart for her. Empathy realised. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-7590292534003620575?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-88391613883156574762011-05-09T04:55:00.001-07:002011-05-09T04:55:03.760-07:00Drove in. Said cheerio friends! BARK BARK! Eyes to sky. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-8839161388315657476?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-90717947387362269882011-05-08T05:32:00.001-07:002011-05-08T05:32:16.387-07:00An imperfect couple connected with perfection passionately. Two became one. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-9071794738736226988?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-46727500137979230512011-05-07T02:00:00.000-07:002011-05-07T02:00:14.530-07:00Walked in blonde. Walked out blonder. Time for more fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-4672750013797923051?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-4361853389388937212011-05-06T06:24:00.001-07:002011-05-06T06:24:23.657-07:00The words came out, they hung in the air. Broken. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-436185338938893721?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-51476224845865539012011-05-05T02:31:00.001-07:002011-05-05T02:31:38.498-07:00"Please make the change". Crickets responded. They preferred their predicament. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-5147622484586553901?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-2399136888031792032011-05-04T02:19:00.000-07:002011-05-04T02:19:53.844-07:00From under dog to Goliath using only world class spin<div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-239913688803179203?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-84673043054937984982011-05-03T02:41:00.001-07:002011-05-03T02:41:25.631-07:00Tears turned into vessels for revenge. She dealt with worse. <p><div class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'></div></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-8467304305493798498?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-34826769572676678262011-05-02T01:29:00.000-07:002011-05-02T01:29:19.805-07:00Terrorists mourned him. The rest hoorayed. OBL was killed today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-3482676957267667826?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850585744140016517.post-85345941875681466612011-05-01T01:25:00.000-07:002011-05-01T02:02:01.346-07:00Parties with egos made the girl think twice about herself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850585744140016517-8534594187568146661?l=in10.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl with everythingnoreply@blogger.com0