Showing posts with label call and response. Show all posts
Showing posts with label call and response. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Forgive Me For Letting This Be True

I just want to walk up to all the old ladies that I see and shake them, asking how it is that they are here while she is gone.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Hook, Line, And Sinker (But Now I'm Mixing Metaphors)

It has been awhile since a book has taken me into its maw and steadfastly refused to release me.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Words Fail Me

I sit here staring at this blank page of cyber-paper, trying to leach words from its milky surface, only to ultimately be denied.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Suffer The Innocents

Talking to his niece breaks my heart and there is nothing I can do to fix it.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

If Anyone Asks, My Name Is Marilyn

The magic of customer service has allowed me to acquire a free messenger bag with my textbook order, even though I didn't get the offer until sixteen hours after I placed my order.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

I Didn't Mean To Bring You Down

I just want to apologize to everyone who reads my blog.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

We've Had Enough Of These Military Scoreboards - These Politicians' Wars

On the way to work today I saw two older men standing on a street corner with signs encouraging withdrawal from Iraq and I was overwhelmed with the desire to park my car, shake their hands, and join them.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

If A Equals B And B Equals C Then A Must Equal Kumquat Jam

I've never dealt well with being yelled at and, knowing that, one must wonder just what she thinks will be accomplished by screaming at me and then, in the same breath, telling me that I never come over any more.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Ctrl+A, Delete

If all of my entires were to mysteriously disappear one day, what sort of reaction would I have?

Monday, July 9, 2007

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Being True To Yourself Shouldn't Be This Painful To Others

The look in my father's eyes when he saw my tattoo was worse than when he learned that I had intended to move out without his permission, the oddness of which does not escape my grasp.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Nervousness Makes My Voice Shake

I have never been more thankful for the "press three to listen to your message" and "press four to rerecord your message" voice mail options than I am this morning while attempting to leave a message for the man who will play a deciding role in my future.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I Always Try To Imagine Them As Innocent, Hopeful Children

I think that there must be some sort of compassion-removal process when you become a teacher at a community college because I refuse to believe that they were this heartless before.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

What Is One To Do?

I have, in one of my away messages, a quote in which the phrase, "God damn it" happens to occur and for some reason my mother (and now, thanks to her overwhelming concern, my father) have decided to send a message to me stating that, "it is offensive and that (I) should change it" every time they see the away message.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme

If I tell you that I cannot do the things that you ask of me, let me know that if at least I try then I'll be your true love.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Can Humans Do What Prophets Say?

I feel that I was born to live a life of great purpose, but the thought, "Is this all there is? Is this truly what I was set forth to accomplish?" only strikes me when I am doing nothing at all to work towards that end result due to lack of motivation or lack of time.