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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.

Hot time


Hot time
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Definitely my idea of a hot time. Hot water, low light.

I liked my landlord before I moved in. But it seems like every time something breaks, it takes him forever to get back to me. And I'm not talking about a little crack in the wall that I'm complaining about either. First, I blew a fuse and I have no access to the lock box. And the fridge has decided to pack it in. A few days ago. I saved some stuff, but I kinda miss the fridge. Actually, I miss having ice.

Ice for my drinks.

So, I guess I miss the freezer, not the fridge.

My brother in law always asks me if I 'got a job' yet. I tell him sort of. I'm not worried, but for some reason I have been looking at job postings in Nunuvut. Can someone turn away an 80 thousand dollar job? I guess I'll find out.

I think I'll paint my eyes dark tonight, heavy egyptian eyeliner.

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