tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131207162024-03-21T22:04:41.757-07:00Bunny ThinkBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-36720979422395437402010-05-26T12:16:00.001-07:002010-05-26T12:16:51.524-07:00some days i feel like this.<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/4b68f8a5-d6c0-4828-9fdd-bac2f99bcd54_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div>BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-17695760183192297112009-03-22T00:21:00.000-07:002009-03-22T00:24:06.402-07:00Life is too short to be sadThe rain will stop,<br />If you climb to the top,<br />And sit on that cloud,<br />And take a look around<br /><br />You're not only one,<br />To be having no fun,<br />Life is too short<br />To be so so sad.BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-44191748819192313002008-06-07T22:37:00.000-07:002008-06-07T22:43:39.733-07:00CarefreeI wish I lived on a cloud,<br />And the breeze would take,<br />me anywhere..<br />I could do whatever<br />I wanted to<br />skies <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">would</span> be fair<br />Stress would be thin as air<br />And I wouldn't have<br />a single care<br />I could open a book to take a look<br />and stick my yarn<br />in the hook<br /><br />I'd be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">freee</span>...<br />Be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soooo</span> carefree......BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-2805362028867954642008-06-07T21:38:00.001-07:002008-06-07T21:41:52.478-07:00just averagei'm not best not worst<br />or last or first<br />always in the middle<br />since my very birth<br />one to get the Bs<br />no valedictorian for me<br />some As came my way<br />but i'm just okay<br />a jack of all trades<br />a master of none<br />i tell it's not so fun<br />can't seem to find my niche<br />nothing under the sun<br />if i were on top chef<br />i wouldn't be number one<br />am just average at best<br />not noticeable from the rest<br />not skinny nor fat<br />i'm just not all thatBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-49955088818587399452008-05-23T12:47:00.001-07:002008-05-23T12:48:22.042-07:00your anythingi'll give up my values,<br />act like i have no clue,<br />compromise who i am,<br />push lower my bar,<br />not reach for the stars,<br />again feel all guilty,<br />just please marry me.<br />i'll cook and clean,<br />let you be mean,<br />go ahead push me round,<br />i'll just look down.<br />let me be with you,<br />make me black and blue,<br />please give me that ring.<br />i'll be your anything.BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-46716790956938159282008-05-22T00:04:00.000-07:002008-05-23T12:52:51.798-07:00I am only rubberYou are only as happy as you say you are,<br />Cause who am I but someone afar,<br />If there is a hint of despair,<br />Then it's unhappiness in the air.<br />If you say he's the mr. right,<br />There is no reason to fight,<br />I'm not in the thick of it,<br />So I'll just watch and sit..<br /><br />I am only rubber you are the glue<br />whatever you say bounces off of me <br />and comes right back to you ...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-44598278901151055122008-05-20T16:09:00.000-07:002008-05-20T16:20:32.598-07:00flies belong on manurefly buzzing round your ear,<br />calling you honey calling you dear, <br />he wants to always be near, <br />his garlic breath makes you tear<br /><br />flies belong on manure,<br />flies belong in the sewer,<br />they don't belong near you <br />they dont' belong with you.BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-897259996125276242008-05-19T12:50:00.000-07:002008-05-19T16:27:45.985-07:00loved to deathlocked up like you are in prison,<br />no man's best friend to hand u a key,<br />alone and sad in utter misery,<br />anything that defines u, defines u no more,<br />peek out the window, but can't open the door,<br />what made you once smile, now lives only in memoriesBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-80449507778296918442008-05-18T01:21:00.000-07:002008-05-19T10:16:05.813-07:00NarrowYou are of the opinion <br />That I am narrow<br />Just because I believe,<br />And I am of the opinion<br />That you are narrow<br />Cause you cannot see,<br />To have opinions,<br />One has to narrow down,<br />Their point of view,<br />So if I am narrow,<br />narrow is also you...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-4891705365580668342008-05-16T11:28:00.000-07:002008-05-16T12:35:24.460-07:00ButterfaceWhat does it mean to be called a butterface? It doesn't mean you have smooth skin...<br /><br />Something I've learned from the guys at work:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=butterface"> Butterface </a><br /><br />Interesting...:FBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-70240306387170943282008-05-13T21:31:00.001-07:002008-05-13T22:41:08.995-07:00LittleYou know the way it felt when the girl in P.E. threw softballs at you because you weren't very good at the sport and you cried about it. Or when the girls at school looked you from head to toe and scoffed at your Pony tennis shoes. I forgot how that felt until I tried to return something to the mall. I had the receipt, the product was unused, the place was a big department store but the girl talked to me as if I were a kid. The receipt wouldn't scan. I tried to be polite yet persistent but she refused to help me further and told me I had to return it to the store I purchased it from. I felt small, so tiny, so defeated.<br /><br />And I was just upset and shocked. :)<br /><br />Oh well to another ...Macy's I go... ;) Snobby south coast..:P----BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-86403419052159399162008-05-07T18:38:00.000-07:002008-05-07T18:41:14.185-07:00refund please! :Di wish i could return everything that i own,<br />i could start anew and feel so brand new,<br />collect all the money that i've spent<br />and spend it over and over again.. :DBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-7916547437806659212008-04-25T22:08:00.000-07:002008-04-27T20:08:31.239-07:00All of you...It always feels <br />like if you make<br />a mistake,<br />That it <br />invalidates,<br />all you do<br />all you've done<br />Say you make mistake<br />one and two<br />feels like they will<br />think less of you<br />Wouldn't you like <br />some praise,<br />or a nice<br />big fat sweet<br />raise,<br />or a pat on the back,<br />or a little slack,<br />When you put so <br />much in to<br />all you do <br />all you've done<br />Then it just takes<br />more from youBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-79415207578203486332008-04-25T00:21:00.001-07:002008-04-25T15:22:23.403-07:00only oneonly one [Mar. 9th, 2004|09:38 am] <br />i'm only one girl<br />in your world<br />of rollercoasters and twirls,<br />i'm only one thing,<br />in your list of <br />likings...<br />i'm only one speck<br />in the spectrum of goals<br />i'm only one,<br />who loves you so...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-36642788406450412432008-04-23T17:17:00.000-07:002008-04-23T17:50:18.569-07:00etched in stonethere is a root cause,<br />a problem to solve,<br />a pattern etched in stone,<br />a way to gripe and moan,<br />it's part of your norm.<br />it takes you by storm,<br />you are not at the helm,<br />you let it overwhelm ...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-66496256701421094592008-04-21T12:30:00.001-07:002008-04-21T12:37:06.130-07:00Againthe dust settles down,<br />white turns to brown,<br /><br />water turns hard,<br />everything again falls apart<br /><br />leaves fall to ground,<br />the world turns round,<br /><br />we end at the start,<br />everything again falls apart<br /><br /><br />Inspired by the weekly routine of cleaning.. :)BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-47402702461460781382008-04-16T16:02:00.001-07:002008-04-16T18:05:02.440-07:00out of focusout of focus and bored<br />my mind is elsewhere<br />almost like i didn't care<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unfortunately</span> i do<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">but i'm</span></span> just not hereBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-39743193536663244042008-04-11T16:12:00.000-07:002008-04-13T23:02:04.467-07:00InfiniteLike a broken record,<br />a sad love song on loop,<br />a big hamburger with a<br />side of large fries to boot<br /><br />A cycle that won't break<br />how much more will it take?<br />will this trial ever end,<br />want to just stop not beginBuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-28737936431709150792008-04-10T17:11:00.000-07:002008-04-10T22:04:29.938-07:00Your mind is thoughful but thoughtless of you...Sleepless nights,<br />A pain in the side,<br />Wake up to stop<br />This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rollercoaster</span></span> ride.<br /><br />Your mind is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thoughtful</span> but thoughtless of you...<br /><br />Ruin your day,<br />Don't want to fail,<br />Now you are just,<br />An empty shell.<br /><br /><br />Your mind is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thoughtful</span> but thoughtless of you...<br /><br />Drunk on drowsiness<br />Others think less<br />Not much to do<br />Just catch twenty two<br /><br />Your mind is thoughtful but thoughtless of you...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-18551003801429633942008-04-09T17:02:00.001-07:002008-04-10T14:13:43.549-07:00InsideI want to hide,<br />Don't know how to feel,<br />Just want to live ... inside,<br />Don't want to confide,<br />Don't want to speak<br />Don't want to think<br />Just want to sink ... inside.BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-79006612185122572942008-04-07T00:31:00.001-07:002008-04-07T00:31:53.017-07:00More BeautifulMore Beautiful<br />Red, white, and blue<br />More beautiful<br />Than I ever knew<br />Took for granted<br />What it is to be free<br />Free from fear<br />Free from tears<br />Thrown Into the unknown<br />But I am not alone<br /><br />Written Sept/2001BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-30816759337943087202008-04-07T00:28:00.000-07:002008-04-07T00:29:20.414-07:00crossing the line<strong>family -</strong><br />bonded by blood<br />not necessarily love<br />obligated to stay<br />different in many ways<br />easier to leave<br />but she'd rather bleed<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>friends -</strong><br />bonded by years<br />through many tears<br />growing out of the same<br />it's life that's changed<br />easier to leave<br />she may indeed<br /><br />crossing the same lines<br />but getting doubly penalized<br />expectations run too high<br /> a false move and it's good bye<br /><br />written jan, 2002BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-91105779093678390072008-04-04T12:59:00.000-07:002008-04-04T13:00:57.581-07:00My Purpose in LifeThe worse thing in life is the anticipation of death,<br />The inevitable end that will take us all<br />Sadness will consume everyone that is left<br />Known others of others who have taken the fall<br />How insignficant are all things on this earth,<br />When breathing has so much bearing and worth?<br />Found my purpose here and no others will be above,<br />To spend all my time and effort to simply just love....<br /><br /><strong>Written August 05</strong>BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-20395561042385088552008-04-04T00:46:00.000-07:002008-04-04T00:53:16.405-07:00my eyesmy eyes are like damn,<br />that are broke-broken,<br />they overflow,<br />take control<br />drown me in pity,<br />drown me in sorrow<br />my eyes are like a fall,<br />pour over the mountain walls,<br />they overflow,<br />take control<br />drown me in pity,<br />drown me in sorrow<br /><br />Written [Aug. 14th, 200504:28 pm]BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13120716.post-80371337621921206442008-04-03T12:19:00.000-07:002008-04-03T12:23:16.257-07:00Older but NOTthe lines around your eyes.<br />don't make you any wiser.<br />you are the same person<br />as you were before...<br />disorganized, impulsive, full of whys<br />and sad<br />you say that you are different<br />that you have changed<br />but your actions<br />show a whole lot more...<br />the lines around your eyes.<br />don't make you any wiser.<br />you are the same person<br />as you were before...BuddingCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870335009901286080noreply@blogger.com0