Q. i put a 32"tv on layaway today.i want it for my bedroom so i didnt want anything to big tv....so does that meen my xbox 360 will come in hdtv but not my regular tv channels?
A. Yes ur Xbox 360 games will be set in HDTV, just switch the plugs to HDTV(you did get the premium Xbox 360 didnt ya?) And ur regular tv channels are in standard based so it will look blurry, well it looks blurry on my HDTV.
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Q. She smelled her hand as though she had just fragranced it, but smelled nothing but the for-miller scent of salty skin. She could not escape at any length away from this lifeless feeling that just played its role of pretending to be here on this earth among so many different alienated minds. Her feet kept traveling, body moving, head spinning in circles, but heart and soul grew bored in-between the destruction of hope and fell asleep like a dead ghost that couldn't hide from the reality. Everyone could still see her and expect the same daily functions of a human being from her but at this point she just wanted to flame out completely, at least from sight. Not one person could she ever imagine to understand nor one who that would care to even try. Straight, narrow, and closed minded people alike all had this guard up towards everyone else's feelings but their own. "Bell!!" There is was that shock of reality driving to pulse her heart rate up. Her name sounded nothing like the promising sound of bells, but rang at such a tone that dropped her like a broken instrument. As though she was set to routine mode she quickly adjusted her face structure in only hopes that know one could truly read her utter disorientation at work. "Yes?" Her voice cracked like a scared child, making her feel vulnerable. In the attempt to redeem herself she walked over with her head high "Need something...?" "Yes, go get me this layaway in the back." This requesting demand sunk her low again, no please or thank you was exchanged as she agreed by taking the layaway ticket. Amy, a woman of that had yet to prove she had any heart outside her bedroom door accompanied by various lovers. Her hair looked just as wired as her hands as she used them straight and swiftly folding cloths to stuff into sacks... She often would comment that the more customers she sees the more she starts forgetting what they look like, they are all a like. "If they are people that fit into our cloths with money coming out of their old ones I'll pretend until they leave that they actually matter to me!" At first Bell found her remark bitter and even a cold surface of heart but now she just understand that honesty really does tell the story of your life. Its not hard to stop caring about people who consistently have a need or complaint. They ever reason to make you their problem solver and the whole time your wondering about yourself, how you got put into this position and just were is your attention span hiding anymore.
Ticket in hand Bell exhaled for a moment of escape beyond the busy floor to the back room. The slight chill that always floated in the back embraced her head to think clearer. She just had to keep reminding herself it was just a job, a standing point from dropping. It would not devour her life just a hundred hours a here and there until something floats in to pick her off her feet from standing and hopefully strong enough from dropping.
Ticket in hand Bell exhaled for a moment of escape beyond the busy floor to the back room. The slight chill that always floated in the back embraced her head to think clearer. She just had to keep reminding herself it was just a job, a standing point from dropping. It would not devour her life just a hundred hours a here and there until something floats in to pick her off her feet from standing and hopefully strong enough from dropping.
A. Definitely want to read more! And that's saying something because I only read stuff that REALLY holds my attention.
It's really good.
It's really good.
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Q. Trying to find a style of writing that people can relate too!
She smelled her hand as though she had just fragranced it, but smelled nothing but the for-miller scent of salty skin. She could not escape at any length away from this lifeless feeling that just played its role of pretending to be here on this earth among so many different alienated minds. Her feet kept traveling, body moving, head spinning in circles, but heart and soul grew bored in-between the destruction of hope and fell asleep like a dead ghost that couldn't hide from the reality. Everyone could still see her and expect the same daily functions of a human being from her but at this point she just wanted to flame out completely, at least from sight. Not one person could she ever imagine to understand nor one who that would care to even try. Straight, narrow, and closed minded people alike all had this guard up towards everyone else's feelings but their own. "Bell!!" There is was that shock of reality driving to pulse her heart rate up. Her name sounded nothing like the promising sound of bells, but rang at such a tone that dropped her like a broken instrument. As though she was set to routine mode she quickly adjusted her face structure in only hopes that know one could truly read her utter disorientation at work. "Yes?" Her voice cracked like a scared child, making her feel vulnerable. In the attempt to redeem herself she walked over with her head high "Need something...?" "Yes, go get me this layaway in the back." This requesting demand sunk her low again, no please or thank you was exchanged as she agreed by taking the layaway ticket. Amy, a woman of that had yet to prove she had any heart outside her bedroom door accompanied by various lovers. Her hair looked just as wired as her hands as she used them straight and swiftly folding cloths to stuff into sacks... She often would comment that the more customers she sees the more she starts forgetting what they look like, they are all a like. "If they are people that fit into our cloths with money coming out of their old ones I'll pretend until they leave that they actually matter to me!" At first Bell found her remark bitter and even a cold surface of heart but now she just understand that honesty really does tell the story of your life. Its not hard to stop caring about people who consistently have a need or complaint. They ever reason to make you their problem solver and the whole time your wondering about yourself, how you got put into this position and just were is your attention span hiding anymore.
Ticket in hand Bell exhaled for a moment of escape beyond the busy floor to the back room. The slight chill that always floated in the back embraced her head to think clearer. She just had to keep reminding herself it was just a job, a standing point from dropping. It would not devour her life just a hundred hours a here and there until something floats in to pick her off her feet from standing and hopefully strong enough from dropping.
She smelled her hand as though she had just fragranced it, but smelled nothing but the for-miller scent of salty skin. She could not escape at any length away from this lifeless feeling that just played its role of pretending to be here on this earth among so many different alienated minds. Her feet kept traveling, body moving, head spinning in circles, but heart and soul grew bored in-between the destruction of hope and fell asleep like a dead ghost that couldn't hide from the reality. Everyone could still see her and expect the same daily functions of a human being from her but at this point she just wanted to flame out completely, at least from sight. Not one person could she ever imagine to understand nor one who that would care to even try. Straight, narrow, and closed minded people alike all had this guard up towards everyone else's feelings but their own. "Bell!!" There is was that shock of reality driving to pulse her heart rate up. Her name sounded nothing like the promising sound of bells, but rang at such a tone that dropped her like a broken instrument. As though she was set to routine mode she quickly adjusted her face structure in only hopes that know one could truly read her utter disorientation at work. "Yes?" Her voice cracked like a scared child, making her feel vulnerable. In the attempt to redeem herself she walked over with her head high "Need something...?" "Yes, go get me this layaway in the back." This requesting demand sunk her low again, no please or thank you was exchanged as she agreed by taking the layaway ticket. Amy, a woman of that had yet to prove she had any heart outside her bedroom door accompanied by various lovers. Her hair looked just as wired as her hands as she used them straight and swiftly folding cloths to stuff into sacks... She often would comment that the more customers she sees the more she starts forgetting what they look like, they are all a like. "If they are people that fit into our cloths with money coming out of their old ones I'll pretend until they leave that they actually matter to me!" At first Bell found her remark bitter and even a cold surface of heart but now she just understand that honesty really does tell the story of your life. Its not hard to stop caring about people who consistently have a need or complaint. They ever reason to make you their problem solver and the whole time your wondering about yourself, how you got put into this position and just were is your attention span hiding anymore.
Ticket in hand Bell exhaled for a moment of escape beyond the busy floor to the back room. The slight chill that always floated in the back embraced her head to think clearer. She just had to keep reminding herself it was just a job, a standing point from dropping. It would not devour her life just a hundred hours a here and there until something floats in to pick her off her feet from standing and hopefully strong enough from dropping.
A. wow! very creative. beautiful language. created a picture. wow! great work. keep writing. keep doing. live it, love it, rock it.
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