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Tagged by the illustrious shlomarosenberg:

I AM: fed up with analytic metaphysics.
I WANT: co-emergence, a soft heart inside a hard dick.
I WISH: I could fly.
I HATE: analytic metaphysics/how I put up mental and emotional blocks to learning and kicking the shit out of it.
I REGRET: rien, ni le bien qu'on m'a fait...
I AM NOT: a fucken Hilary Swank look-alike, okay?
I DANCE: on the inside. or, in a throng of sweating slamming bodies where 'dance' means 'throw/flail.'
I SING: while I work.
I CRY: when I need to.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: on top of my shit.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: love, ha.
I WRITE: profusely, like bleeding.
I CONFUSE: Dubliners.
I NEED: to go running tomorrow morning.
I SHOULD: pray/sit every day.
I START: arguments, sometimes.
I FINISH: my dinner.
I TAG: nobody, cos I don't want to single any of you all out. May anyone who wants to exhibit themselves to me in the form of fill-in-the-blank be moved to post this on their journal, so mote it be.

Also, speaking of keeping the sabbath while typing on the computer, Shabbat Shalom to those of you where the sun is only now just sinking.

all I need is my life in a suitcase/it belongs to a friend of a friend

Man, I've probably only studied for a cumulative 4 good hours today, but never you mind, ( I'm tired of it. )

I'm starting to get really, really excited about going to Istanbul. I can't wait to see Evren and hopefully get my Irish-etiolated body in the sea.

It's going to be so weird to leave Dublin and realize that my life here has been sewn shut, that what has become habitual existence here, waking up and eating breakfast with my delightful housemates, bumping along on the 10 or the 46a to get off at the same spot by Suffolk St, has passed. Hmph. It will also be sweet to find some kitchen job down the shore and wake up early in the morning to work out before riding my bike to work, force myself out into the chop once the lifeguards have left to see about struggling back onto a surfboard, feel the ocean push and rise up underneath me before I plow face-first into the sand.

Mmmph, summer! How excited I can be about you when I banish your sticky makes-me-wanna-die humidity and blazing sunniness sweat from my mind.