Over the past few days we've deconstructed our apartment, scattered our furniture to the four winds and relegated our worldly possessions to a pile of old luggage in a crawl space. Instead of buying boxes, or scrounging around supermarket dumpsters, we borrowed countless carry-ons, broken suitcases, and outdated purses to hold all of our life.
No matter how much we put away, little piles of crap and mismatched odds and ends litter our floor. For every piece of furniture moved, a dented rectangle of carpet and dust appears.
According to Blogger "deconstructing" is not a word. What about Harry? From what I hear, he was deconstructed...
So to all you naysayers, Ah ha! Here is another post. Not the sort you drive into the ground, mind. Right, so I will continue to bloggggggg, even if you don't continue to read.
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Who could help but read? Which of the four winds am I? Deconstructing is probably a word that only shows up in dictionaries of English Major speak...which makes you an honorary! woo hoo.
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