Lost, but no idea why :)
Also Lost. No idea where.
Lost then list.However I still have my list, I lean slightly to the left....
Lust, of course.As for why, well, why not?
Lost. Because I had to reboot my computer the other day and I lost a lot of my bookmarked pages--this one included. I'm trying to go back and mark them again...I'm sure I lost a few. :( I hope I find them!
Amazed I didn't think of lust, how unlike me:)
Lost first but lust followed quickly. Lost because the letters look lost on the plain white background - groundless and floating and yes, I often feel lost in life.Lust .... well OF COURSE.And last but not lest .... :)xxx
I did but it wasn't first.
Lest. Because I knew everyone else would see lost, and then list and lust.
TSOL...I'm a tib dyslxictic.
Bulletholes wins outright.Dyslexia Lures.
What about LAST ???? Everyone is forgetting LAST !!!!!xxx
Think I'll forget the vowels and go with a blank letter (hey, they're in Scrabble) thus:LST which I think was the designator for "Landing Ship Tank" during the war after the war to end all wars. Sorry, I'm dispepsic!
"List" was the first word I thought of - I really don't know why...but perhaps it was because I'm always making them!
I thought of "last" last; but didn't include it because "list" was on the top of my list; "lost" was my second thought - probably because I'd be lost without my list!
On my first contribution, Lust, a further thought. Some readers may only think of the sexual connotation, I note that few admit to lust. Maybe because the word has come to be perceived as an unseemly, seedy version of sexual desire. Lust, in its truest sense means happy, joyous, taking life at its full. It's an old germanic word, sometimes a surname, 'Lustig, or 'Lusty'.Back in the early eighties, one of my co-workers was one Manne Lustig, a big, round guy, always smiling, an accomplished accordion player, hoping to study in Moscow, I remember him on a summer evening party, by a lakeside, playing and singing, "Lustig by name and nature!", he'd shout. A lust for life. The cry of a strong new-born baby, a lusty babe, they'd say in the old days, full of life. Lusty.
Then there's 'lyst', Icelandic for appetite.
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