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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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Mrs. John Cusack

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Mrs. John Cusack
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That there, is my new best friend. I fell in love at half off, plus a free dock/charging thingy. The only thing is that it decides what it's going to sync up with (musically, I mean). But that is probably due to lack of space if nothing else. When I set up my new toy on my laptop, it asked me to name it. The only thing that came to mind was....Mrs. John Cusack. So that's that. My iPod is called Mrs. John Cusack. Oh, the irony.

Buckley is attacking my leg. His teeth are freaking sharp.

And being a vegatarian is hard work. Constantly checking labels and having to walk around the meat and deli section in the grocery store is tiring. I almost bought tuna burgers today. Tuna burgers! The only kind of tuna I like comes out of a can and isn't heated in any manner. I don't know what I was thinking. Oh and I signed up for 2 twelve hour shifts this weekend. The clients will be sick of me before I know it. I was supposed to work first thing tomorrow morning, but someone called to switch so I said Yeth. (Thank Garp for that last bit).

I know I am probably one of the last 25 people on the planet to get an iPod, but if you've been reading me long enough, you'd know I have wanted one since 2003. *sigh* ah, the glory days. Ok, not really...glory, I mean. Those are just words that come off my fingers.

Anyway, that's the big news for today. I now own an iPod. No news from anyone regarding a job. I'm starting to feel like a pariah. But it doesn't really matter in the long run, right? We all knew it would be like this.

Last night was one of the 'I'm hanging off of a cliff" nights. Tears that didn't stop, phone calls to my friends, discussion about needs and wants. It was just bad all around, until I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m.

I have to work tomorrow but not until 3, so I can sleep in and get up, have oatmeal (I picked up some old fashioned kind today), clean the kitchen or something. Mmmm, drink cup after cup of strong coffee. Yes, tomorrow is looking to be a good day.

this is a weird entry, cowboys. Time for bed.

Love,

G.

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