Sponsor |  finestkind | Sep 11, 2006 8:34am | The rules are easy: 100 words, no more no less, according to the word count tool on Microsoft Word. Any posts not meeting these requirements will be deleted. You can re-post them, though, with the right number of words. I'll start (with a fresh one this time):
The diversity committee at work, among other things, makes little signs for the tables in the cafeteria listing some days of interest for the month. I was stuck sitting next to a toxic complainer who was on the committee. She pointed out that the thing wasn't even centered on the paper. She'd worked hard writing that stuff and was upset that the person in charge hadn't even bothered to format it.
The thing that will bug me all month was that she'd written "Thursday's" when she meant "Thursdays," and I knew I wouldn't ever get a chance to fix it. |
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|  |  501303 | Sep 11, 2006 11:18am | I look out my window towards the car park that stretches on for a couple of blocks. It is Monday, and the car park is almost completely filled up. Sometimes I wish I had a better view than looking at metal and rubber all day, and an empty stretch of concrete all night lit by artificial lighting.
The view out of my bedroom is worse - it's the side of the building next door. Sometimes you can peek into the windows, and sometimes I hear moaning. People should be quieter or close they windows when they insist of having noisy sex. |
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Sponsor | | Denise-R | Sep 11, 2006 11:27am | I have two next door neighbors. One's living room adjoins mine, the other's bedroom. Apparently the guy on the bedroom side has extremely sensitive ears. He replaced a woman who used to live there. She and I spoke. We both swore we NEVER heard ANYTHING from the other's side of the wall. In my case, I was telling the truth. Well, new neighbor, her replacement, hears everything. So what am I supposed to do? Become a nun? Rent a hotel room for a few hours every day? Perhaps The Seeker has some advice.
oh damn, I'm seven moans words short. there. |
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| | | 501303 | Sep 11, 2006 12:07pm | | I am watching CNN. Bush is such a faker. He will lie to you with a straight face. The irony is - he believes what he says, he **is** that much of a moron. I watch the families of those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. They deserve better than this faker. They certainly don't need someone who will lie to their face. They don't need Bush. Heck, they don't need Politicians, they need real, honest people who take their jobs seriously. Politicians are the worst self-inflicted disease of the human race, worse than pollution and hip-hop. |
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Sponsor | | xian-o | Sep 11, 2006 1:00pm | | Though appalling self-centered, 9/11 was the canvas against which the death throes of my marriage played out. Deep purples and reds splattered--black, a bruised soul rendered. Amidst ash and death and uncertainty, I never reached for him. His steady breathing, the rhythmic rise of his chest that should have soothed me instead left me sobbing inconsolably. Mourning. Mourning for lives cut down, for senseless suffering and for the winnowing of my own life--each branch a choice. my tree was barren. I was supposed to be the love of his life. Every memorial now a reminder of my failure. |
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Sponsor | | joemayer | Sep 11, 2006 1:08pm | I was lying in bed with my wife when we heard the news. It was supposed to be a work day, but I had taken a personal day off because we needed to talk to the real estate agent about the offer we had made on our new house. It wasn't any kind of premonition or anything, but now it seems to feel like it. We didn't know what to make of the whole thing. It seemed very surreal. I wasn't even actually there, but for several months afterward,
every time I heard a jet's engine, I cringed a little. |
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