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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.

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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.

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the sweetest things

Stamped: 4:01 AM

Happen when you aren't paying attention. When I had my cigarette lit for the first time by a gentleman, that was a wake up experience for me. It touched me. And I got maudlin and now have a small crush which will likely end in nothing because I'm just not the kind of girl those men fall for.

I have questions that need to be answered. I have declarations of love that I need to have in my pocket before I give another away.

During our visit, I listened to the cd that he had sent me months ago. It was good. Sweet, and it touched me. And now. he's gone. Down to further South and we will likely not meet again.

But we;ll see.

I just like meeting people I click with. It happens so rarely.

No G&T's were hurt in this entry. Just a lot of laughs and some fine photos taken. See you soonm Mr Matt Epp.

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