kiwi, josh, lookit!


"The Iranians are about to commit an "offense" far greater than Saddam Hussein's conversion to the euro of Iraq’s oil exports in the fall of 2000"


"Indeed, the author’s original pre-war hypothesis was validated shortly after the war in a Financial Times article dated June 5th, 2003, which confirmed Iraqi oil sales returning to the international markets were once again denominated in US dollars, not euros."

http://www.globalresearch.ca/articles/CLA410A.html

summertime is drawing to a close, nights are getting chilly again and i don't mind.
summer's end was intensely difficult and minimally rewarding, but ask me about it again in a few years and i'll probably tell you differently.
house full of humans still and all i want is my space back and my quiet time.
my car is somewhere. rich, if you happen to look at the internet, specifically my livejournal, please call or return my car. please. thanks.

...stolen from jpb, and in no particular order

1. making big dinners with lots of people
2. friends who pick you up off the bathroom floor
3. friends who tow you out of ditches
4. summer's end
5. spring
6. adrenaline
7. (other people's) (physical) trauma
8. kinky sex
9. doing things i thought i couldn't
10. first time sex
11. three hundredth time sex
12. honest, direct communication
13. pushing
14. being pushed
15. the noodle
16. physical labor
17. woodstoves
18. fireplaces
19. singing
20. muscles
21. shoulders
22. geeks
23. passion
24. stories
25. reading
26. fantasizing
27. vermont
28. writing
29. marconi beach
30. farms
31. coffee
32. cigarettes
33. goats
34. jason's potato tacos
35. chocolate
36. sailing
37. feminisms
38. spalted wood
39. creative furniture
40. water
41. lightning
42. my littlest brother
43. erotica
44. cooperative living
45. friendly bickering
46. not having metal in my cunt
47. home
48. adventures
49. children
50. outside
51. whisky
52. claw foot bathtubs
53. drinking whisky in a claw foot bathtub
54. learning
55. flirting
56. the toronto subway
57. mirrors
58. zines
59. when caleb cooks steaks
60. when mariah makes dessert
70. swimming
71. tattoos
72. teaching
73. firefighters
74. camraderie
75. journals
76. falling in love
77. lolita
78. being silly
79. banjos
78. conversation
79. good beer
80. art from my friends
81. hoedowns
82. smart hip hop
83. dumb country
84. anarchism
85. laughter
86. long car trips
87. connection
88. charles/mgh stop on the red line
89. olives
90. fresh bread
91. masturbation
92. familiartiy
93. trust
94. snuggling
95. backrubs
96. npr
97. autumn
98. the west river
99. broad brook
100. intensity

nothing makes you insecure quite like your family.
can i go home now?

mwah ha ha.

still can't find laura.
still playing phone tag with macon.
highly proficient flirts rock my world.
days off are delicious.
plasticking the windows is really a two person job.
dirty dishes are fewer than they appear.
it's going to be a cold cold night.

1) have home! yay vermont!
2) summer's end soon! yay nice people!
3) have tattoo! yay hot! and yay laura who held my hand!

there is more, but i just came home from work and therefore need to focus on my drink.

The past couple days: laura and martha sitting in sharon. drinking beer. smoking pot. smoking pot. not getting to greenfield. smoking...more...pot... oh god, where did my brain go? poorly-made bonfires, lake, barely tolerable high school friends...yup, definitely in sharon.

today rocked. worked a double, did a good number of decent calls. it was hot and humid. it felt good to sweat until it got in my eyes when my hands were busy. we did a really good mix of medical and trauma and worked with some of my favorite medics. as much as i like the quiet days at work, i love being busy. (today we did a stabbing, a motorcycle accident, a pedi asthmatic, and a heroin OD. ten calls in sixteen hours- perfect.) my new schedule puts me in contact with all the people i haven't seen in months. my otherwise useless partner du jour said something along the lines of "gosh, you sure do get a lot of hugs" it was an accurate observation. (unlike his navigation which was anything but accurate)
drove home with jim, stopped for beer, went wading in the ocean while waiting to sober up. now i have cozy stolen underpants and the softest threadbare tank top in the universe and a drink. yup. practically perfect.

tomorrow's agenda: deal with car crap. paint toenails (because it's been at least a year since i did, and i felt unexpectedly jealous of a nurse's sparkly orange nails today) get in touch with laura (HINT-HINT call me ::cough::) find out ryan's schedule and attempt to determine date of stuffdoing. nap. dine with the romi. obtain red lipstick and squooshypants.

um... update:
spring was great- not lifechanging, but good and fun.
stupid jerkboy, formerly known as hotboy, made me cry and i hate his guts for it.
lost my partner to the world of per diem employees who only come out at night in varying degrees of frequency.
my car died, but only a little. it's still away from me getting fixed tho. missing easy mobility.
working with shitheads this week.
grrr.

in better news, every time men abandon me, i start exercising ferociously. today i went for a long run, spent a few hours at the climbing gym, and didn't eat anything bad for me. (this means that i only ate food with nutritional value, not that i had an apple and a glass of water or something)
i'm gonna get so buff i will be able to beat the shit out of him. thinking of taping his photo to the punching bag... anyway, i shall soon be the muscled wonder and scare all the stupid jerks away from me. you have to be very brave to date me :)

laura, call me. domicile related business.