Tuesday

Keep The Backstreet Pride Alive.


I'd like to tell you about meeting the backstreet boys.





But
I can't begin to find the words to write about it.
And with Thanksgiving in the air, I don't have the adequate amount of time to devote to such a task.

So it must wait.

I'm thinking Sunday at the latest.

1 comments:

Erin November 26, 2008 at 8:57 AM  

It looks like you had a blast...i guess that's all that really matters!

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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