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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.

I used to be funny

You know, I have journals from the time I was 12 years old. Rereading them is like reliving those times in my life. And given the fact my life hasn't been a fabulous cup of tea, that may not be so good. I wonder still, why I keep them around. If I had to sum them up in a word, it would be...

desperate.

It's been raining here for 2 days. The water is melting the snow and ice, the mud underneath is soft and Buckley tracks it in on his paws. He leaves little muddy prints on the floor. Sometimes, I wipe them up. He can stay at outside for hours if I let him, he doesn't mind the rain. Silly dog.

I've been trying to work on my admissions essay. I've been trying to think like a social worker. It's been a little difficult to put myself back into that mind set given I haven't been practicing for a little while now.

I just realised this is kind of a pretty boring journal. I used to be funny. Way back in the day.

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  • Blogger Marie-Marguerite says so:
    Tuesday, January 08, 2008 2:22:00 AM  

    you used to laugh at yourself and the world it's ok you don't have to be funny everyday

    you don't need to be a critic of yourself

    this place feels more public or more performance based, less interactive for some reason top