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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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30 December 2002

i just went off about our family (my extended family) to my cousin. i turned into a big ol' anger ball at her. said that i hated the applegate side of our family and didn't want them mentioned in my presence (she'd mentioned them something like 23 times already... in four hours - 2.5 of which were spent in a MOVIE). said that i didn't claim them anymore. she's such a fucking middle-of-the-road person. three years after all of this shit is settled and she still won't take sides, which - to me - says that she's taking their side. fucking canadians, always trying to be neutral, even when it's something as personal as famiy betrayal. they were my first huge betrayal; you don't forget the details that come with the much disappointment., and it doesn't become easier. it's like a big, gaping wound that gets scraped raw again every time somebody mentions them. i hate them, hate them. they fucking destroyed our lives for three years and NOBODY in her goddamned family even blinked. do you know that i cried driving to school every day during that time? every fucking day i cried when i was alone, driving, just so i could be strong for the rest of my family... so my father wouldn't see how their betrayal was destroying me, how it hurt all of us. and all she can say is "well, i heard that there was some disagreement." AAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!! okay, back to The Shipping News - another story of another messed up family. at least we have mom's family, the true family. the family who acts like family should act. thank god.

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