Thursday

Log 3/7

[this picture of mehmet makes me weak in the knees. and toes and arms and face and belly and ankles and elbows.]



Wednesday.
I worked early. I didn't get a lot of sleep and I was pretty ornery about it.
After work, I went straight home.
11 or so: I called hollywood video and re-checked out house over the phone. I made food. I made mac and cheese. And I ate a ton of Doritos [cool ranch], which I don't even love. I only made it through about 1.4 episodes of house before I zonked on the couch. It must have been 12:30.
I slept in peace for probably two hours, was woken up by dad and Shay, relocated to my bedroom and got another hour in before madie woke me up. "KARL you have to take me to dance." "no." "mom said." "no." "here, take the phone, its mom." "hello." "take her to dance." "ok."
After that, I cleaned. My room, my dishes.. stuff.
I then caught up on blogs.. I love all you people and your wonderful creative stuff. Then I started my math.
6:30- texted Gena to see if we were going to watch top model at Tazia's house. "G, we goin?" "I have a test to study for.. but whatev yeah I'll come." "who's drivin?" "I will, but put on house so you can tell me what happens to the nun." "ok." "I can't find it."
[she was pretty mad about that.]
after Tashies house, we went back to G's and ate some mashed potatoes. i love those things.
Then, I went home and fell asleep rather quickly.

  • Haven't gone running once this week.
  • Haven't read my scripture once.
  • Can't believe it's already Friday.
  • FOUR day weekend, hallelujah.
  • I need to firm up my goals.
goodnight.

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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