The Fine Art of Falling Apart: state of derailment

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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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state of derailment

Stamped: 9:29 PM

struggling to get underwater. It's time I was sleeping so I can get up extra early to blow dry my 1.5 foot long hair style. It's nights like these I wish I was a bob haircut kind of girl.

Green bananas, I like to buy them that way. I chopped up a bunch of vegetables and put them away for my lunch tomorrow. Trying to eat things that are healthy. That doesn't seem to stop me from buying a bag of chips. No more of that this week, though.

Oh, Little Debbie, Little Debbie...

I joined a gym, haven't been yet. I want to take part in the evening yoga and pilates classes. Maybe I'll find my centre. It's really hard to get to somewhere after being derailed. Hard not to stay derailed.

I think my email is broken. Hard to connect.

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