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Being mildly obsessed with the blogsphere as of late, I discovered that the fine line between reading them and being inspired to start my own has been crossed. I write with no intention of being read myself, but being able to have a place to mind vomit is exactly what I need at this time in life.

I recently moved to Saint Paul, MN. Having visited it many times, I'd always been interested in it's atmosphere. The quiet streets, the loud streets, the small cafes on corners near consignment shops that draw me in, have a peculiar charm that I find irresistable. I am leaning towards the broke side of life, so my days are mostly spent watching Twin Peaks, reading the closest book on my bed side dresser, devouring fruit and vegetables, and scouring the web for recipes that I am determined to master someday. I have recently acquired a job at Macy's, so hopefully, with the little extra cash I hope to have at hand, I can live my dream of Saturday mornings at the Farmer's Market, late nights at coffee shops (I need to end that habit, I never sleep), and eating copious amounts of Flourless Chocolate and Cayenne Pepper cake from Cafe Latte.

Recently, I took the dive and had my aunt lob off my shoulder length hair into a short pixie cut reminiscent of Mia Farrow and Jean Seberg, which has led me to believe that it is absolutely necessary for me to channel the French New Wave style. This grew until, once again, I became a hardcore Francophile. The food, the style, the way of life, I crave it. Oui, tres fantastique! It will pass, I'm sure, as it always does and I will be led back to the hope of settling in a quiet home in Iceland. For now, I will soak in each image of Paris, read up on the culture, and prepare myself for the long awaited venture.

From your mild-mannered bibliophibian, I bid you adieu! xo