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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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my friend Rose says...

Stamped: 10:47 PM

I'm always attracted to A-holes (right now I am trying to change the amount of time I say a curse, I'm sorta thinking it counts when I write, too), but I don't know if she's right.

Maybe I idealize some people or the way they interact with me. Maybe I'm overly optimistic (although I can't think of anyone who would accuse me so), or naive, or thoughtless.

Maybe I'm an impossible girl. The kind that doesn't really know what she wants but figured she would know it when she saw it. Like midnight telephone calls and sweet voices of new friends. And sleeping late, in warm blankets.

Maybe, just maybe...I think these guys aren't jerks in real life. They are just jerks to me, so that makes it ok
Maybe that's what I think.

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