Anybody out there?????.....

in talking to a number of people, i realize i may have been too vague in what was supposed to be the last post of this journal. sorry, my bad kiddies. now *this* is the last post. (haha.) if you want to continue reading my journal (or me to continue reading yours), please add black_tea_party to your friends list, as i will happily add you back. cheers, lovelies!

some of you already know this, but for those who don't: i'm moving to nyc. two months from tomorrow, to be exact. adam and i are getting an apartment in brooklyn. i'm [most likely] keeping my position with my company, just moving locations, which is god send financially, though a bit bittersweet. i'm looking forward to this change for a great many ( Read more... )

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imagine that look that jeanie from ferris buller's day off gets when she thinks about her brother. that what i spent much of this afternoon looking like, scowling with burning hatred at my computer. it's not so much the computer, really, but the program i use most of the time at work. we've moved all of our geographic data from access to oracle, ( Read more... )

i'd like to think I know who i'm writing in this journal for, however most of the time, i'm not sure. sometimes i spare you the thing i think you wouldn't care to hear, and instead, i inform you of peak oil or show you pictures i'v taken, but isn't this supposed to be for me, too? maybe something for us. so here, from the alcove in my mind where ( Read more... )

trying to par down some of the billion "news" site i've bookmarked over time, i came across cursor.org, which is a melange of snippets and links to various current event news topics of the day. oil always catches my eye, so my interest picqued with this little blurb:

Michael Klare describes the 'Saudi Oil Bombshell' predicted by an oil industry ( Read more... )

it's one of those days that i want to say something poignant and expressive, full of gut wrenching emotion, but don't have the words or the concession ( Read more... )

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sometimes
there are things you want to scream aloud
but whisper rather,
so as not to assalt unguarded ears.
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if you were psychic, you would think of me and instantly know how spoiled and honored and humbled and happy i am.

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( i got taken out to a fancy dinner )