List #1 and Pictures

First, I've posted a bunch of new pictures.
http://community.webshots.com/user/absinth143
And now, what I've come up with thus far...

Things I’ll miss about T-Land:
Driving a motorbike, Singha beer at only $0.75 a bottle, sticky rice and mango with coconut milk, Friday nights at Yoon’s, the $4 Thai massage (and I don’t mean the ‘rub and tug’), green curry at Banana Corner (minus the whores who serve it), “Mai Pen Rai,” fisherman pants and all the freedom associated therewith, feeding ravenous elephants, His Majesty the King, public nose picking (though I tried and couldn’t really get into it), filling up the gas tank with a bottle of gas that used to be filled with whiskey, catooeys (ladyboys) either pre or post-op, dominoes on the porch (and dominating), bootlegged DVDs, hiking to waterfalls and swimming, outdoor markets, the Chinese vegetarian buffet for $0.50, the mango and banana trees right outside my house, Foxy Girl, the monkeys at Kok Chang (especially Charlie), never wearing shoes, Soi dogs, the sky at dusk during monsoon season, Jon’s butt crack at the beach, lemon shakes with no salt, the “Wai,” self-medicating pharmacies, the refreshing lack of mindless puppets- I mean Republicans, two serious cops riding intimately on a one-person motorbike, comparing Thai Tattoos, street vendors (despite their utter disregard for anything related to hygiene), monks scurrying down the roads, chili sauce on everything, honking for spirit houses, and the obvious: the beach, the weather (at times), the wildlife and the jungles.

Things I probably won’t miss about T’Land:
Driving a motorbike (specifically: no traffic laws, no lanes, no speed limit, often times no roads… and accidents), cement holes in the ground that function as toilets, leaches, roosters (dear god I hate them, and I vow to never have anything but ill will towards them), the hose in the wall above the “toilet” that is used as a “shower,” cobras, electricity that is so charged that the power lines buzz and you shock yourself on anything that uses it, tourists (especially Scandinavians), gecko shit falling from the ceiling of your house like rain, waking up in the morning to sweat-drenched sheets and/or sleeping with bags of ice to cool the painful heat, thoughtless urban spread, the sex trade and all the sickening old farts associated with it, fish sauce that goes in everything (and is made from none other than fermented fish skeleton juice), people ringing “the bell” at the bar when they’re full of shit, or even worse, they’re not full of shit and you have to take the trademark “Sunshine Shot” that tastes like mentholated crack, bargirls groping my boyfriend, things that should be sweet that are instead salty (i.e. lemonade) and things that should be salty that are instead sweet (i.e. garlic bread), the smell of burning trash in the morning… and afternoon…and night, Bangla Road, “Kaaaaaa,” visa runs to Burma, instant coffee.

Things I won’t take for granted in America:
Drinkable water, a mattress with springs, toilets and toilet paper, a real shower with an allotted space, shower curtain/door and shower head, a sandwich, English (yes, I admit it), discrete prostitution, new music since my iPod is so overplayed I want to piss on it, red wine, internet at my fingertips, tampons (T.M.I.? At least I’m not getting graphic), regulated voltages, coffee, vehicle safety for children.