This is the last one

This is where it ends.

The blog.

I will keep posting on my norwegian one, but I have nothing to write for here.

There' s not a lot of thoughts that I can' t hide on my norwegian blog anymore.

So bye peepz - or my boyfriend anyways ;)

xoxo - Karen

I'm engaged :)

Jeg satser på at jeg klarer meg siom blogger med lite bilder i helgene, og reiser tilbake til blogg.no med norsken.

Summer in the city

Joda!
Jeg har nemlig fått større pupper lately!
Så nå har jeg kløft tenk - eller ikke XD

Og min søte søte søte Karl

Kløft? joda! det har jeg så riktig!

Hør etter!

Blogg.no virker ikke for meg at the moment, så blir midlertidig blogging her.


På en måte er det trist at jeg ikke får blogget så mye, fordi jeg har det så utroolig fint hele tiden, og kunne gjerne delt det med andre der ute i verden.

Men så har det seg sånn at med ny leilighet, ny jobb, gutter på besøk og kjæreste på toppen av det hele, så blir det lite tid til blogging, msn, surfing and u name it.

I dag ble jeg vekket av søsteren min som ville ha meg som barnevakt i en time.
Jeg hater og passe unger, men anyways. Mor og far er i Madrid i helga, så vi passer bikkja, så meg og ungene tok en tur ned på bringsjords jordene, og kastet pinner i elva som deretter hunden hoppet uti etter.

Suuuupert vær, men jeg føler meg ikke helt på topp.

Jeg hadde helt glemt at jeg tok en del bilder når skolen var på stranda på onsdag og jeg prøver å legge noen av dem opp XD

Må i dusjen om 10 min, skal jobbe fra 4 til 9 i dag, en time mer enn vanlig, og siden det er begynnelsen på pinse helga blir det nok masse og gjøre.

Hva skal dere bruke helga til?
xoxo - Karen
btw. grattis audi!!!!!

Make me empty again

A lifestyle
A choice of pain, misery.
How can they get the strength to suffer for all off us who can't?
How can they choose to close their mouths, limiting they're intake to the minimal.
Cutting out everything good.
Emptying over and over.
Never being full
Always feeling empty, always feeling not content, not finished.

I mean, anorexics, models, everyone thin, is SO underrated.
Look at what their doing!
For us
Someone does a job, starving themselves, to do that job. To be empty, to look empty, to give us a feel of being full.
They don' t make us the person outside looking in, it' s like their looking in at us, telling us how much they give up to make us look at them. Their empty eyes, their sore throats, their fragile legs, and their urges. Their urges to be like us.
Feel full
feel content, feel finished.
We are seriously driving people crazy, how much does it take one person to achieve a normal sence of atention.

There' s a whole world of those out there, they are nothing, just empty shells, just a manquin, just something pretty to hang clothes on.
They suffer.
For us.
For you, for me, for the good of man kind.

They do everything to make them feel okay, to get by, but then suddenly we throw them away, and they're nothing again.
Even though they try to be everything.

I mean, how is it possible to stop eating?
To give up something so vital, for a job, for a look, for a pant size.
What the fuck is going on?
To limit ourself to somewhat callories a day?
They are the real saviours of today.
Not the killers.
And we are killing them

xoxo - Karen