2002 ⋆

Krispy Kreme Persuasion

Posted on December 29, 2002 by Kelli Jae BaeliDecember 29, 2002

So there was this whole big box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the counter. And she said she didn’t really care for custard filled doughnuts, and that’s what was left. That box was taking up lots of counter space, just to house that one custard filled doughnut. And it’s not like I’m not on my way to Wal-Mart to buy Metamucil and Slimfast. I have to do that because I have to fit my fat ass into some nice clothes for our relocation information trip to Eureka Springs in a couple weeks. And I can’t show up hoping to apply … Continue reading →

LP Wallpaper

Posted on November 16, 2002 by Kelli Jae BaeliNovember 16, 2002

When compact discs became the norm for music media in 1983, I was excited by it, the possibilities of them lasting longer, being easier to store and sounding better….but remember being so disappointed that the days of those large albums were coming to a close……once in an apartment in Oklahoma, i attached all my vinyl record collection to the wall with Funtac, corners touching, so there was this kind of checkerboard effect of the album covers…and when i wanted to listen to any music, i’d walk over to the wall and pull the disc out and put it on the … Continue reading →

Mind-Numbing Meaningless Morning

Posted on November 2, 2002 by Kelli Jae BaeliNovember 2, 2002

I sense that I am slipping into that space between the wall and the airbed. Instinctually, I shift to the middle of the twin space. I look at the clock, because I have to look at it. I need to know what time it is. I need to get my bearings, do the math, calculate how long I’ve been asleep. Let’s see… one-thirty seven. . . I went to sleep. . . when? I recall looking at the clock when I went to sleep, trying to memorize the numbers, so that I could do these calculations when I wake up. … Continue reading →

Alien Tummy Tuck

Posted on July 11, 2002 by Kelli Jae BaeliJuly 11, 2002

Just checking my hair. No apparent reason, just throwing a passing glance in the mirror on my way to turn on the shower, and saw some little blemish on my face. Closer inspection revealed nothing of consequence. But then i looked closer in the looking glass…(Alice never had a trip like that through the looking glass) closer…until i could see the pores on my skin, touch the bags under my eyes and saw how loose the skin was….my skin had become loose somewhere along the way. Not the skin of my 20’s,or even 30’s, but the skin of someone growing … Continue reading →