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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.

good thing I like garbage

The house is a mess. No, really. I made these things with flatbread and cheese last night and didn't clean up after myself. I had good intentions (at some point). I ever bought Buckley a little container for his dog toys. Does he use it? No. I put stuff in there and he just takes it right back out again, scattering all manner of squeaking candy canes, fake newspapers and something with bells on it, around the living room.

My first piece of real furniture came to me free. Now picture this antique couch strapped to the roof of my car with bungee cords. At 2 in the morning. No, really. That's what I did last night. Then today, I bought a lamp at a local Goodwill. Something they are very short on, Good will I mean. The salelady couldn't help me find an outlet to test the lamp. Then snarled at me when I asked how much it was. Looks neat in the living room, though.

There was a time when I had a huge appreciation for clean lines and brand new furniture, but alas, I've reverted back to my super cheap ways and the unforgetable styles of a bygone era. That means it's all Value Village and etc from here on in. Furniture-wise, I mean. Believe me, if I came across a floor lamp with a fringed velvet red shade that looked like it belonged in a bordelo, then I'd want it.

Now that a couch has moved into the living room, that means I won't be able to watch television in bed anymore. I'm not really sure if that's a good or bad thing. But given my love/hate relationship with insomnia, I suspect I will be spending a great deal more time in the living room in coming months.

I was reading Mattie's blog today (who am I kidding, I read every day) and now he's talking about the novelty of blogging about nothing. Not to be a smart ass, but...isn't that the point of blogging? When he's not talking about world events (unlike what you read here) he's posting photos of actresses. So, you get a bit of both worlds over there. Here, you just get me. No money back guarantee, I'm afraid.
Go see him, definitely worth the price of a cup of coffee.

Anyhow, Jeff Buckley is playing now and I have to take Marble and Buckley for a walk before my very iffy neighbourhood's nightlife comes alive. I lied to my mother when I said the neighbourhood wasn't that bad.


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