Month: January 2018

Hello friends and enemies. It’s not that I suck at remembering to post, or the lack of motivation, it’s the lack of universal revelation lately. So I apologize for slacking on the posts. I’ve been a bit busy. From moving into my new house, bravely living off of cheese sticks and almond milk, paying around… Continue reading Camping in snowsuits →

There was a petite blonde haired girl in my 8th grade history class who never talked. I always have to think really hard to remember her name. Probably because no one ever said it. And probably because she never spoke it. I knew she could talk. She was just like the rest of us. I… Continue reading Her name was Amanda →

When I was younger, I always used to picture myself saving people. Picture 10-year-old Karlee lying in bed, staring at the walls of her purple bedroom and thinking about saving her redheaded love interest from some kind of tragic accident. Of running in front of a car right before it turned him into a bloody… Continue reading I saved 100 people →

I HAVE NEWS! I'm moving out. Finally. After literally what has seemed like I've reached the end of the entire universe, I, Karlee Ana Ownbey, have finally started to transition into adulthood. Am I excited? Yes. Is it slightly terrifying? Maybe. Am I going to crash and burn? Honestly, probably. Ahhh, "Adulting" what a word.… Continue reading “Adulting” →

I'm still not sure how blogs work. I'm not necessarily sure what to write, how to write, or how often to write. I sometimes fear that my life may not be as interesting as I would hope to write about. I mean, it's not like all I do is sit around and do nothing and… Continue reading I was lame once, too. →