Currently viewing the tag: "read"
Question: things i can print for my room? please read me. ANY IDEAS =]] thanks!!?
heyy
i absolutely LOVE my room
i dont know how to explain it but its just kinda of all different (like each wall)
anyway, i have a blank wall that i really want to “decorate” i dont have much money and im really in the mood to decorate it now! ha. so does anyone know anything good i could print off the net or wateva and stick on?
like anything at all.
but iv got tones of fotos
and i dont like haviing music bands in my room
lol
help me please =]
Answer:
Answer by Savannah K
you should put like courage the cowardly dog on there…hes cool lol
and do u like movies ? certain actors or actresses? models?Cartoons? Video games…ect.
Question: You will never read another story so silly, they are so mean to me?
I work for a law firm. I am new. I was hired to be a receptionist, but aspiring for a promotion to office manager. There are only (4) of us in the office. I have had many years office management experience. I am on time. I always ask if I can help. I have a profession nice appearance. I am polite to everyone. I do my very best on the job. I am eager to learn.
I am 15 years older then the office assistant and 20 years old than one of the lawyers (I am old enough to be his mother) and about the same age as the main lawyer, maybe a few years older (I have no issues with him)
The “2″ (how I will refer to the young lawyer and office assistant I have problems with) have experience, talent and education in areas other than office management, PR and advertising.
I truly have good ideas and intentions. They refuse to accept me as trusted member of the office. I want to manage the office, not the people. I have good tried and true S.O.P suggestions I have used in the past that will make this office grow. The following is what I go through daily (that is, when the main lawyer is out of the office)
When the main lawyer is in the office, we ALL go to lunch, when the main lawyer is gone the “2″ go to lunch without asking me (mind you, that means there are 2 out of the 3 going to lunch, I am left behind to work, I no longer have keys to the office, I can not leave, you never know how long they will be gone. I can’t get back in)
The “2″ will go into an office and shut the door (leaving me out) they will be in there 30-90 min, flamboyantly laughing and whooping it up. When the main lawyer is in we have an office meeting that includes all of us and no office doors are EVER closed, NEVER.
We were instructed by the main lawyer to “decorate” the new office as a team. The day I was off, the “2″ have the decorator come to choose colors, style and decor.(I have the same day of the week off, they deliberately scheduled this)
The “2″ gave me a task list of 3-4 hours of “busy work” and went to a long lunch and picked out furniture (we are capable of locking the office, all leaving and forwarding calls to cells)
The “2″ will NEVER answer my e-mails (not even a “K”)
The “2″ will NEVER answer my text (not even a “K”)
The young lawyer speaks and looks at me with disdain
The “2″ will NEVER try any of my new ideas or suggestions, they hem haw around and say they don’t know if they like them or not
I e-mailed the young lawyer with an ad for an office that was closing, they were going to liquidate and sell their office equipment inexpensively….no one would ever consider my suggestion, it would have saved money
The “2″ invited the account (she is an independent contractor in the office about 6 hours per week) to go look at the new office paint and carpet….walked right past my office and did not say “hey, come on, we are going down stairs to take a look”
At one time the young lawyer fired me, he said “you can finish out the day, I would prefer that you go ahead and leave now” when the main lawyer heard I was fired, he invited me back (it is HIS firm) and this is how we have been working ever since. The main lawyer is gone a lot and there is no one to referee. I love my job, but the people (the “2″) suck! In today’s economy I want to save my job.
Remind you, this is not about a popularity contest. I have many friends outside the office, I no longer like the “2″. I am not looking to be their friend, we are past that point now. I am not insulted that I don’t get to go to lunch with them, I am insulted by their immaturity. I find it hard to work where no one respects you or the job your are trying to do. To have every move scrutinized and picked on is difficult.
My question is this….do you read the outline of things that I endure and believe I have reason to complain? Do you think this would bother anyone, or do you think I am too sensitive?
Thank you,
Waiting for you verdict! LOL
* 2 hours ago
* – 4 days left to answer.
Additional Details
I should add….when I started with the firm several months ago….the “2″ did not like each other, the young lawyer wanted to fire the office assistant. I don’t believe they “2″ like each other now. I think they have the mentality “we had a good thing going until you came along” attitude. The “2″ don’t want to be the ones who sat there with no ideas nor do they want to do things differently now.
Answer:
Answer by Jos h2o
You have more than enough reason to complain.
I’d go past them and ask the main lawyer if he’d mind spending a few minutes someday watching from a distance how they act.
There’s no excuse for their behavior. It’s stupid and immature.
Question: WTF IS UP HIM!? PLZ READ?
Ok, me and this guy has been dating for about 2 years now (met in college) he had a gf the first semester but broke up with her this semester. We’re not in a relationship b/c he says he’s not ready. Anyways he went bak to his home town for the christmas break, he’ve been callin me everyday until one day I just happen to avoid his phone calls on the 23rd because he pissed me off on the 22nd (this fool had the nerve to call me talkin about “speak up, i want to hear your southern accent”) I knew he had me on the speaker phone or on the other end kuz he was acting weird. Now its christmas eve and he hasnt called and it really hurted me when he didnt call me on christmas to wish me a merry christmas. What is his freaking problem?!
Answer:
Answer by Diamond
Well seeing as your the one that avoided him because he was just playin around, I think you should call him. I’m southern and I’m proud of my accent 
there’s nothing wrong with it. If he had said that to me I would’ve laughed my butt off, he might’ve just been funny. But he was probably hurt you avoided his phone calls, so he’s showing you how it feels. Just call him, it’s not going to be the end of the world. I promise.
Question: Would you read the rest of this story?
Hi, I wrote the first chapter of my own story. Please comment and tell me if you’d read it.
=CIRCUS=
PROLOGUE
Alice never realised. Just a walk home, like any other Tuesday. It could not have gone more wrong. It changed her life.
Alice walked home from school as usual, carrying her books and worrying about homework.
Step on a crack, break your momma’s back. Step on a line, break your momma’s spine.
It was perfectly normal, until it happened. The incident that changed her life. It was unavoidable.
Step on a crack, break your back. Step on a line, break your spine.
The van’s engine purred as it tailed Alice. The sun was setting, as the sky turned yellow-orange-purple, families settled down from a tired day at work and school. It was getting dark.
Then the truck stopped. It’s presence was felt on the quiet street. Alice stopped. Under her foot was a crack.
Then two women slipped out of the van. Alice froze.
CHAPTER 1
Alice awoke. It was pitch black. She rubbed her eyes.
The engine came to a stop.
“We’re here.” a woman’s voice sounded, in an American accent.
“What’s for breakfast?” a French woman’s accent asked.
“Probably broth.” came the reply.
Sunlight flooded the van. Alice shielded her eyes from the light. She squinted. Alice made out two shapes of women. Were they naked?
“Bonjour, my butterfly.” the French woman spoke. Alice’s eyed adjusted to the light. An ethnic face with blood-red lipstick and highly arched eyebrows glared at Alice’s.
“Hm. I don’t know what boss sees in this. Girl.” French woman spoke in disgust. “Come. Get out.” French woman climbed out of the van with grace, just like a cat.
Alice came to her senses. “Where am I?” she asked.
“Where ever you think you are, sweetheart.” the other woman slided out.
Alice tried to recall. One evening. One street. Two pairs of hands. A sharp pain. Alice touched her head in reflex. There was a bump on the back of her head. Then she realised what might have happened.
As quickly as possible, she tried to reach into her pocket for her cellphone, to find that her hands were bound together by a huge rope.
“Mon Dieu! Do you think we are that stupid, girl?” the French woman’s nimble fingers held a purple cellphone. She dropped it into the red bag the other woman held.
“Give it back! I will call the police, and I shall go ho–” the light was blocked by a shadow then.
“Well, come along, Alice.” a boy her age, wearing a jester’s costume, grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the van.
“See you later.” “Bye.” the women waved. They were wearing black, tight fitting leather unitards.
He walked on into the forest like nothing was wrong, until the trees cleared. In a huge clearing, there was a huge, striped tent, with many little tents scattered around it. Flags flutters everywhere when the wind blew.
Alice looked around in despair. It looked deserted, yet crowded. The atmosphere was contradicting. Colourful balloons and banners everywhere, while Alice felt confusion and terror.
“Come along.” the boy looked at her and gave a friendly smile. Alice did not return it. The jester boy gestured to a yellow and purple striped tent, with posters and balloons hung all over.
They entered the tent.
It was bigger inside than it looked from the outside. In the tent was somewhere that looked like an office, although it did not quite look like one either.
A tall, skinny man stood up from his chair, in the centre of the tent, behind a maplewood table.
“Welcome to the circus, Alice.” he said politely.
Answer:
Answer by losthour
The story seems to meander a bit never quite making you interested. Tell me more about Alice. I want to care about her but you never let her connect to the reader.Is she tall, short? blonde, does she even want to go to the circus?
Question: Would you read this Book?
I stared down blankly and the blue lined paper, I had never felt so disgusted in my life. I had to use the last bit of paper to write a stupid report on why i hated the war.
The year was 1941, a time where food, money, brothers , and fathers were scarce
and blood, hatres, and violence were common. I was a fourteen year old girl whos only love was art , but with a sick mother and a five year old brother there wasnt time for much anything.
I measured my odds, I could draw a beautiful peice of art and hang it up and deal with Mrs.Mctons wrath, or could become worshiped by her and not have it to hang up on the wall.
I sighed an dbegan my paper..
OoO
I prodded at my potatoe It was burnt and disgusting, i looke dup from my plate where my baby brother Marcus inhaled his food down. Then he looked up to.
“Audrey”
“yes”
“ughm i-i-is-is John-John coming home?”
I sighed when John John died I told Marcus he was coming home, as in heaven, not to New York City.
“No Marcus, John-John dead he’s gone he’s not coming home.”
“Oh”
“Audrey”
“what?’
“whats dead”
“dead is when you stop breathing your heart stops beating and you close your eyes and your sould goes to god”
Marcus was siliejnt he finsihed his food and walked away.
I picked up my plate of half finished food and sighed, cursing myself i discarded my food into the waste basket.
I walked to teh family safe the safe that used to be filled with money now it was empty extremely empty. I opened it up this was the money me and Marcus were left to survive on I counted on the money $ 3.15 i sighed. I walked to the grocery list to mark out what the couldnt get
Grocery List
Black eyed peas. XXX
Collard Greens. XXXX
Apples… XXXX
Potatoes
Eggs
I groaned more of the same, it wasnt fair that marcus and I had to grow up before our tiem or that i had to play mommy when i was but a girl.
I walked outside onto the apartment deck, it was my time my alone time where i could fall apart without anyone seeing especially Marcus. i check all the decks of the apartment to make sure nobody was there, this was somehting i learned when Mr.Mutton sall me cry and still trys to atlk to me about it. I put my head down into my head when i heard an apartment door open i looked over on the deck next to me. There was a boy there around my age he had jet black hair and green eyes and twizzler red lips.he was Was
“perfect” I said a little to loudly
“whats that now” He said in a thick english accent
” Ughm yoru the new boy” isaid hoping i was correct
“eye the names Eugene just moved here from england”
“oh my names Audrey I’ve always lived here” i said he smiled at me
“so ya go to school ‘roudn here?”
“yes right up there” I pointed toward 81st street
“ya like it?”
“i guess” i shrugged
“EUGENE DONNAGAN” a female english accent bellowed from the apartment.
“well got got go me Moms calling me nice to meet ya Audrey” He smiled and winked at me and walked off.
I sat back inthe whicker chair but this time ididnt fell the need to cry just sigh..
OoO
I lay in bed that night and thought i thought of Eugene the way he winked and smiled at me. Then i thought of Marcus how he wasnt living the life he deserved and yet he was happya dn always smiling and oemn of the kindest people I’d ever meet. Then i thought of Joh_)johmn my older brother and how at he young age of 15 he was sent to the raging war in Germany and was brutally shot do death witout deserving or expecting it. And then liek the fall of rain the tears came, and liek a kettle they poured out hot and fast i cried and shook in my bed for hours and thena gain like a kettle the tears went dry and i drifted to sleep.
This is the first chapter do you liek it how can i improved it im working ont eh secodn chapter would you read this book do you like it
UGHM TO THE PERSON WHOJUST COMMENTED THOSE ARE THAT DATES THATS WHEN THE WAR WAS GOING ON
Answer:
Answer by jl
You totally need to read some history books about WW2 and the 1940′s in general. You are writing a coming of age story, but you can’t just change the dates and have it work.
Yes, you got the dates of the war correct, but you are not even close concerning the atitudes and what happened in the states during the war. I didn’t mean for you to change the date, I meant for you to change the details in your story to fit better into what was really happening.
Question: WHAT IS THIS? (((VERY LONG))) (((I owe anyone willing to read this)))?
I’ll give everyone some details to better answer my question. I am twenty, “he” is twenty-two, and we have zero contact. I met him through my husband (separated) in 2008. My husband came home one night and asked if “he” could move in because “he” needed to “get on his feet”. I had met him a few times before and even went on double dates with him and his girlfriend. He was at my wedding. He moved in about a month and a half after my husband and I married. “He” and I became friends. My husband fucked up REALLY BAD and ended up moving out for a while. “He” and I became very close. He even moved into my room (we lived in a one-bedroom apartment) and slept in the same bed as me. We NEVER did ANYTHING past a friendship though. I HATE facing people when I sleep, so when he came to bed I would turn over. He would sigh, or laugh at me, or something. We would cuddle. He told me to touch him once, lol, but I refused. We then got into a discussion about how neither of us would make the first move. I found out I was pregnant (my husband’s of course) and I updated my status on MySpace (my husband and I had been trying to get pregnant for a long time before my marriage crashed). My status said “our baby”. In a message “he” sent me, “he” said “When I saw that status I wished you were talking about me and you”. Well…lets skip ahead. We rented a new apartment and my husband moved back in. “He” also got back with his ex-girlfriend (on again off again always). We drifted apart. I remained separated from my husband. One night, we were drinking and “he” kept sticking his face in mine (after he pulled me into the hall to talk) and I kissed him. “He” left with a friend and texted me while he was gone. I think “he” said “he” missed me but I am NOT positive. Well “he” has been saying “I love you” since the second double date (always in a text) so that is nothing new. Well we came close to having sex twice. The first time I think “he” muttered something like “I don’t know if this is right” and “he” went to the bathroom (we had been drinking…we did that a lot…lol). The second time “he” said “I love you” out loud like five or six times but then “he” passed out. So I covered him and went to bed in my own room. “He” ran down every guy I showed interest in. Yet, I wasn’t allowed to get jealous. “He” went through my phone numerous times. “He” found a text from my husband that had a picture of him and our son that read “This is what you have” and another text that had a picture of “him” and my son that read “Not this”. “He” sent the same picture text of him holding my son that read “I want this” and he chose my ring tone “I stay in love” to send with it. My friend asked why he would send that and he said he was kidding. I told him I was in love with him and he said “I can’t love you like you love me, only love you deeply” then he said “I’m not saying I can’t get that way with you, but I feel I never had a chance when you had *****(husband) and ****** (son)” Then he said “Well, you showed me you loved me the other night because you were ready to have sex and you only do that with people you love, I know you, and I was ready and probably would have had I not passed out and I only do that with people I love” (CONFUSING!!!) If I would get distant he would bitch, but if I tried to get closer he would push me away, etc. Like if I never texted, he would bitch but when I texted he made me feel like a pain in the ass. Once he brought a friend home and I said “I love your’ accent!” and once his friend went to the bathroom, he goes “I love your’ accent!” ( mocking me ) He always did shit like that, push me away then bitch I was close, get jealous but hate when I did, but then sending texts saying I love you and talking about sex but then AHHHHH!!! I am going insane!!!!!! Well, recently he got angry that I made a picture collage and passed it to every friend at the party. He freaked!!! He said he was mad I put so many pictures of him passed out drunk on it and basically went psychotic on me. I said I was sorry and it was just a joke that EVERYONE was having fun with. Well then a LOT of bullshit came out. He said he had been miserable living with us since the fourth month (at this point we had lived together over a year AND like three of those months were just us – no husband), I was lazy and he did everything cleaning-wise (he never cleaned!!!), his friends “see right through me”, I lost my chance a long time ago, ETC ETC ETC. Well then we worked everything out and were on civil terms, but I was still hurt. Well then another fight happened (I have no idea how this time) and he moved out. He came to get some things, my husband asked for his keys, he said no and said horrible things to my husband, then my husband chased him down and punched him like eight times, now my husband has court, and he HATES me. He told me to lose his number, refuses to talk to me, and told me to stay out of his life. He posts statuses about loving being “free”, yet he a
also replies to MY statuses through his (why is he on my profile? he deleted me after that fight…). So…what the hell? Did he love me? Why is he being like this? He admitted through a text I am paying for my husband’s actions. I don’t deserve this!!! Why is he doing this? Why?!?! A friend called me and said she asked him if we ever did anything and he said “No that stupid bitch was on top of me kissing me and I told her to go away”. Well I was on top of him and kissing him and he did excuse himself to end it, but he did NOT push me away or even excuse himself til deep into it. I sent him a text “No that stupid bitch was on top of me kissing me and I told her to go away? Want me to forward the texts saying “And I almost slept with you but I never hurt you like ***** (husband)?” He didn’t reply. He sent a text bitching the other day how my smoking was horrible and wrong I wouldn’t even quit for my own son and blah blah blah. I replied “…and shut the fuck up about my smoking! Its MY
choice and more like I wouldn’t quit for YOU. See? Never were worth it.” And he stopped replying and got silent again. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH HIM???????!!!!!!!!!!!!! just met, friends, VERY close friends, fling?, HATES ME?!?!? Are you fucking kidding? This sucks! Please help!!!
Answer:
Answer by ADGIMH
I’m not going to read all this. But I’m gonna guess the answer is “yes”.