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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.

It's all i know

if my eyes were blue
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

My life definitely needs a soundtrack, otherwise it's just a bunch of scenes put together by a mad projectionist. I don't know where that came from.

Last night, I figured out (to my surprise) that I can charge the battery of my old camera in the new charger. So, that meant I had to rediscover everything that used to make my heart go pitter/patter with that camera. The above was taken with the old nightshot. My ego, for everyone to see*sigh*

I called people to wish them a Happy New Year (because I think that's what we're supposed to do) and caught Craig in the shower. See, it's times like these that I'm glad I'm me, because only this sort of shit would happen to me. Trying to multi-task, Craig talks to me while he's in the shower, which now that I think about it, is kinda sexy. But it was mostly funny. He always makes me laugh.

I had more to write about, but in between chat conversations, the telephone and other stuff floating around in my head, I lost my 'real' train of thought. I have a new bed, though. Know how I spent the night? Sleepless. I kept running which kind of coffee makers I could buy through my head. A cheap coffee press, or maybe something slick like my sister has. Yes, that is what I thought about while I couldn't sleep.

At least this time, I have an excuse: new bed.

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