Tannic Teeth

It was Sunday and I had a rather challenging weekend of…erm…domestic altercations – not to mention a another family funeral to deal with. What I love about life is it always balances out.

“The really really free market is a non-hierarchical collective of individuals who form a temporary market based economy based on an alternative gift economy. The rrfm movement aims to counteract capitalism in a non-reactionany way. It holds as a major goal to build a community based on sharing resources, caring for one another and improving the collective lives of all.”

It was an a day where people’s eyes smiled all around you, dogs played in the parks and the childrens screams could be heard from the playgound as they spun to dizzing speeds on the round-a-bout.

I was just taking it all in. The sun, being with some special friends, meeting intriguing individuals and thinking about the one who would love to have been there with me.

“Because there is enough for everyone”

“Because sharing is more fulfilling then owning”

“Because a sunny day outside is better than anything money could buy”

Sushi is probably the best low fat, healthy fast-food out there. Except when it’s past its prime. Raw Salmon I would imagine goes off pretty quickly and factor in less-than-scrupulous handling and storage, you have yourself a recipie for gastro. That’s my story today.

I survived South East Asia eating off the street no problems (I even considered myself somewhat of an ‘iron stomach), so this sushi must have be particularly crawling with bugs. The fact that I bought 2 packets and had the other one in a cooler bag for about an hour in the car probably didn’t help. It was warm when I ate it, so alarm bells should have gone off them.

My only consolation is the fact that I bargained down the normally $6.50 packet to two for $10. She was reluctant to sell it to me, but she knows I’m a regular. And now I have gastro pains and well I’ve been doing what people who have gastro do… and it’s not vomiting. As a last ditch effort to quell any internal seismic activity I’m sipping on Capari and soda (as we had no Lemonade). With its massively bitter middle and back palate with light citrus tones – it gets you nicely drunk on an empty stomach.

Now, only to wait this little bug out…

This is probably the first diary-blog-cathartic posting I have ever made.

Why?

Possibly because I just need to vent some emotional frustration from student-work life.

OK. I meet this girl street projecting. Pretty much a dark alley on a winters night. I’m instantly taken by her eyes. We exchange only glances- she leaves before I could meet her properly.

I track her down over fb via the street projections group. We talk over fb/ msn and go on a few dates. She is awesome. The deadly combo of brains, personality all summed up in a beautiful package. She could be a model. I’m falling for her badly.

The only catch.

Her parents globe trot frequently. The usual you know: summer in the Caymans, Christmas in Denver and soap shopping in the south of France. She’ll disappear for 6 months of the year travelling horizons I only dream to see. And she leaves in November, won’t be back till April/May. That’s a long time for young love- an entire Perth summer with out her… but then again Perth is a boring place.

I’m in a way torn and don’t know what  to do. But I can’t bring myself to call it a quits and she doesn’t want to either… either way I think it’s going to be a long hot summer…