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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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20 May 2004

Illegitimati non carborundum

have you ever felt like you hated a place so much that your skin crawled whenever you thought about it? that's how much i hate this stupid town. not the children, not their parents, not the school... the town. aside from the fact that there is no barnes & noble or olive garden, some of the residents are so very small-minded, standard issue "small town residents" that it makes me crazy. the final straw came yesterday, when i got home from helping one of the seniors in a marathon "let's get your research project done so you can graduate" session. i got home after my 13 hour day to find an upset roommate and a nastily worded note from the police department.

the bastards took our puppy.

on monday, my roommate found a puppy - yellow, mangy, half-starved lil' thing - on the school campus. we talked it over and decided that it wouldn't last long on its own, so we took it to the vet, got it a shot for the mange, picked up some puppy food and accessories, and took it home (where it stayed in the back yard). my roommate was working with him to socialize him, and he was starting to let her lead him around on the leash. we started talking to some people we know about taking the puppy, and we actually had a couple of options lined up.

the only problem - the puppy yipped at night (as puppies do). one of the neighbors called the police (RUDE!) and they stopped by the following day at 1PM, when they found out that the puppy was still barking. they put a nasty, nasty note on our door (the phrase "the puppy will be put to sleep tomorrow morning due to ANIMAL CRUELTY" jumps to mind), and they took the puppy, presumably to put him down. so, we called them this morning, left a message, and are awaiting a response.

as of this moment, we haven't heard anything back.

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