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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

This is the first one Wednesday, August 23, 2006 |

I'm one of those easy girls. I like things to be easy (of course they never are). But here, 3 clicks and BAM, a new blog. Don't get me wrong. I don't really like changes and new things (honestly) and moving to this new location may be a bad idea, but then again, it might not.

So, slowly integrating from my 3 year old journal over at Blurty.com , posts here will be sporadic until I get into the groove of things.

so. there.