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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'm getting in a plane and I'm going to Algeria...

Pepsi in a tall glass filled with ice. Who ever said Pepsi should be relegated to the kitchen ought to say ten Hail Mary's. I spent the afternoon mulling over some things in my head, and watching my favourite Pacino movie, Dog Day Afternoon. It happened to be on tv...not as though I could find the dvd in any of my things.

Is it bad that I have 129 songs on my iPod and am bored of the playlist? I think that's the reason why people get bigger iPods. Silly. Just change the tracks. Well...I would if I could find the cable. It's some where around here.

I have the house to myself for a week, so far I've done anything I've wanted to. Went to the store, it's stormy here....you know that scene in The Shining when the guy is driving in the storm to the hotel? That's what I felt like. Blowing snow off Lake Mindemoya, slick roads and songs I'm bored with on my iPod.

I really plan on locking down for the next week, I'm wondering about how much of my life and mind I've put up on the internet, mostly in the way of the two blogs spanning over 5 years or so. Crazy, if you really think about it.

My friend Cris wants to go to Texas in March for a music festival, I'm thinking of going with her since she wants to drive and I would totally dig a roadtrip...as long as I'm allowed to smoke in the car (with the window open). When she's at the festival, I can sneak over to Mexico and drink Tequila underneath multi-coloured paper garlands.

Gotta go, Pacino is about to start sweating in the bank.

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