The Fine Art of Falling Apart: I used to be funny

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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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I used to be funny

Stamped: 5:53 PM

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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Unknown 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

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