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Name: Aimee
Birthday: 7/24/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: jewelry box assemblages,drawing my reality, coffee, books, reading classic novels, traveling the world, visiting my brother in New Zealand, drinking lots of coffee and staying up late talking, vegans.
Expertise: art, looking people in the eyes, drinking coffee, and um..... weight lifting?
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
4/5/2005
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| as a friend pointed out to me, It has been about a year since I have
posted. Well, don't get any hopes that I will post regularly ever
again, but just wanted everyone to know that I haven't died yet!
Life is going well considering it's inverable ups and downs. I am
content most of the time with my job and all the other details of
life. Sometimes not so much. but such is human nature. I am
happy.
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| So I haven't posted in forever....sorry. I think I have lost the xanga pull as you probably havealready figured, but who knows maybe I will reconnect with it later. I'm not saying that I wont post, but just that I hardly ever do like you all know by now.
 http://www.mypetskeleton.com/index2.html
look up this website it has some really interesting art work on it and as a plus ominous music to accompany your browsing!
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Intimate Letters - Cynthia von Buhler
I love this painting. Look the artist up she is one of my inspirations.
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| I am making my own pasta sauce tonight. It smells really
good. We are watching the oscars and eating tonight. I am
doing well. Nothing to new is happening. I am a little
dissapointed with the outbreak of snow, but I guess spring is not quite
here yet. Oh well. Hopefully it doesn't last long.
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| I suppose since I am near a computer and since I have been dead for a
month and a half I should write. I'm ok. Life is
interesting ...full of twists and turns....ups and downs....happiness
although amid many strikes.
Everything has been cutting deep into my thoughts lately. The
disparages of others, poetry, music, even something I have
watched that is overplayed in my minds eye. I am sad and so full
of joy at the same time. I can't explain it just that I am
thankful for what I'm given, but so wanting in other areas.
I don't know if I'm making since, but I'm awake.
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