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The WeatherPixie

I'M TAKING THE PLUNGE
MARCH 4, 2006 @ NOON
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name - faith
age - 28
screenname - barefootnhippie
email - barefootnhippie@yahoo.com

at the moment: The current mood of barefootnhippie at www.imood.com

current reads:
night
searching for god knows what
a walk in the woods
assasination vacation


hobbies:
coloring in the spaces of the pretty, pretty tax forms
breathing yogalates and cardio hip-hop classes
waiting, always waiting, for my next direction

chores:
pretending to direct HS play rehearsals
grading students' essays
dealing with the men in my life

The Cool Kids
touching silence
magnolia coffee
i really am a real teacher
crooked letter, crooked letter
the last in the adventures...
get your learn on
first take
how to write a personal narrative
hippie's 100
the erotic edge

Interesting Strangers
deep south comic
american undershirt
tcwh
snowshoe crab
queen goddess
le petit hiboux

The Rest of the World
MSNBC
dave barry's blog
serenity blog
the onion
the smoking gun
weight watchers
self
kairos
NCTE


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27 December 2005

i don't understand men at all. what makes them tick? i think that there has to be something other than the eternal quest for the next punani, but then i think of the men that i date and i don't know that my personal evidence supports that (rather optimistic) theory. of course, i've been dating jackasses as of late, so the data's probably skewed.

UNC called last night to chat. he says to chat. i say to get some "over the phone lovin," which he insists was not the case. whenever i talk to him, i hear the wheels turning in his head as he plans out his next move. our "life is a chessgame" conversation plays through my mind again, and i feel the urge to scrap the board. as a "piece," i don't really have the power to do that, but i do remove myself from the playing field when i hear the manipulation in his voice. i need to remove myself permanently. again.

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