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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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Finished Six Feet Under. Again. I keep falling asleep during the episodes and have to 'rewind' until I'm where I was. I would suck at Pay-per-view stuff. The messages from home tell me Marble is ok without me. I wish I could relay the same sentiment. I love you, please come home...

Mall, today with older sister. As we're sitting down to 4 dollar coffees, I snap this...
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then she says "Oh, Gish..."

Shoe shopping. Pineapple scented soap. Christmas trees 80% off. The stores were quieter today, not too many people (which I like), although there were tons of kids around. I guess that's what you do when you have a baby...go to the mall.
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Buckley and I in the park today. Misty grey park that I wanted to photograph, but Buckley is hard to walk (because he pulls on his leash like a deranged duck killer). Geese and swans hissed at us as we walked by. Every dog that meets Buckley, wants to eat him. I know how he feels. Also, the new collar that is supposed to stop the pulling, he takes off with his paws. So...another failed experiment. I guess I just have to resort back to yelling at him in public.

New Years nearly here. I don't care for the sentiments, as if anything can be washed or wished away with a few words or a better disposition. I prefer to huddle down and read rather than go out to some bar and drink fizzy wine with strangers. That's the plan, baby.

Love,
G.

Cold Play

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