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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.


I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.


no such thing as fate...?

I don't care how clean her house is!!
- John Cusack in Serendipity

That's how excited some guy should be, about being with me. *grin* but really, that part in the movie just makes me laugh. I don't really like that movie, but there are some parts to it that are worth mentioning, or remembering (in my mind).

The reason this came about, is of course because I'm still hip-deep in my John Cusack marathon (he does have an extensive catalogue), and there doesn't look to be an end in sight. I say that because I just finished watching The Ice Harvest again (for what has to be the 25th time) and laughing my butt off at the Billy Bob outtake. And I don't even really like outtakes. I'm not one of those girls that watches them after the movie to find out 'hidden' information.

Anyway, I just thought I'd mention that. Is sort of where I am at the moment.

Spent the last couple of days in Sudbury with Zheebak, hanging around, eating too much and watching a ton of movies from his quite extensive library. I finally broke down and got a cell phone, something I've not felt the need for, for quite a few months. Only two people know the number, my cousin and my psuedo-boyfriend that is never in town, Mason. I hate the word, boyfriend. It's so....icky.

The whole question of fate comes to mind a lot these days. If I wasn't doing this, then would I be where I am now? If I hadn't done that, this time last year....would I still be in London, all alone, and working in Kitchener, having all day breakfast at Country Boy with Sam?

Who knows. But we are, where we are and that's that. I talked to Cash (new opinionated person in my life) about these things, she doesn't think it's a value of our lives, but rather the value of the choices we make. How we end up where ever, is anyone's guess. But at least we sort of get to make a couple of choices along the way.

Dreams about driving endless highways, this afternoon. My last two days of insomnia were worse than usual, and I got through 4 mob movies before I came back to the Island today (Goodfellas is still so good). Anyway, I came down from unsleeping at about 4, and dreamnt of highways I used to drive, people I used to know.

Almost makes me question the fate thing, again. I can see this will be an argument I'll continue to have in the future.

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