Telling everyone what the hell is wrong and sometimes what is right.
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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What the hell is wrong (and sometimes right)
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1/03/2004
Well, it is the new year. 2004 has decided to come on the wings of rain and wind. Which gave me plenty of time to reorganize my entire house. I still have piles of shit to go thru but most of the big furniture stuff is moved. I almost killed my new computer, but somehow over night it decide to right itself (how does that happen??). I'm feeling very sore today, but for once it is a good hurt all muscle in the arms and the legs.
The NYE night went very well. I dressed in a very nice black dress with a red coat, and when J. Walked in the door to see me he just stopped and said "wow". He hasn't said wow like that to me in years. It was nice. Everyone thought I looked nice, which is weird in the hippy crowd. I never quite know what to think of that, if they would just shower, then most of them would look better then me..... not that I care if they shower (although the smell was quiet pungent this year) but they always seem like they don't know that they can look good. The girls especially seem to have a lack of self-esteem, which just makes me want to pick up every single one of them and give them a shower and new cloths. However I know from past experiences that they don't want that, they're on some other journey that I can't reach. The only thing that really makes me angry about it all, is the children. I HATE I mean really really HATE, seeing the little kids here. Now most of you are probably saying but hippies don't make bad parents, and I will tell you that your right good hippies don't make bad parents, the hippies that bring their kids to the shows make bad parents. Why? you ask.... It's like this, they bring their kids into a show where there is a ton of drug use, all over the place, then these parents get high and they don't watch their kids. I've seen desperate parents searching huge crowds for a wandering toddler, I've seen sick (high fever and a cough) babies in concerts that last until 3:00am, I've seen 10 yr. olds, escorting their drunk parents to the bathrooms. It is disgusting. I've watched people shooting up, with an infant in their arms and then breastfeeding. I've told J. under no circumstances would a child under our care go until they were teenagers and even then they would have stick close to us. I know, I know, I would never let a child in my care have the same freedoms that my friends and I did. Too bad to. Of course they have a choice get out of H.S. early and into a top university and I'll consider them a grown-up (maybe). HA it's a good thing we're going to be leaving the parenting stuff up to our friends that are better qualified as we would so stink as parents.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Well, it is the new year. 2004 has decided to come on the wings of rain and wind. Which gave me plenty of time to reorganize my entire house. I still have piles of shit to go thru but most of the big furniture stuff is moved. I almost killed my new computer, but somehow over night it decide to right itself (how does that happen??). I'm feeling very sore today, but for once it is a good hurt all muscle in the arms and the legs.
The NYE night went very well. I dressed in a very nice black dress with a red coat, and when J. Walked in the door to see me he just stopped and said "wow". He hasn't said wow like that to me in years. It was nice. Everyone thought I looked nice, which is weird in the hippy crowd. I never quite know what to think of that, if they would just shower, then most of them would look better then me..... not that I care if they shower (although the smell was quiet pungent this year) but they always seem like they don't know that they can look good. The girls especially seem to have a lack of self-esteem, which just makes me want to pick up every single one of them and give them a shower and new cloths. However I know from past experiences that they don't want that, they'er on some other journey that I can't reach. The only thing that really makes me angry about it all, is the children. I HATE I mean really really HATE, seeing the little kids here. Now most of you are probably saying but hippies don't make bad parents, and I will tell you that your right good hippies don't make bad parents, the hippies that bring their kids to the shows make bad parents. Why? you ask.... It's like this, they bring their kids into a show where there is a ton of drug use, all over the place, then these parents get high and they don't watch their kids. I've seen desperate parents searching huge crowds for a wandering toddler, I've seen sick (high fever and a cough) babies in concerts that last until 3:00am, I've seen 10 yr. olds, escorting their drunk parents to the bathrooms. It is disgusting. I've watched people shooting up, with an infant in their arms and then breastfeeding. I've told J. under no circumstances would a child under our care go until they were teenagers and even then they would have stick close to us. I know, I know, I would never let a child in my care have the same freedoms that my friends and I did. Too bad to. Of course they have a choice get out of H.S. early and into a top university and I'll consider them a grown-up (maybe). HA it's a good thing we're going to be leaving the parenting stuff up to our friends that are better qualified as we would so stink as parents.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Well, it is the new year. 2004 has decided to come on the wings of rain and wind. Which gave me plenty of time to reorganize my entire house. I still have piles of shit to go thru but most of the big furniture stuff is moved. I almost killed my new computer, but somehow over night it decide to right itself (how does that happen??). I'm feeling very sore today, but for once it is a good hurt all muscle in the arms and the legs.
The NYE night went very well. I dressed in a very nice black dress with a red coat, and when J. Walked in the door to see me he just stopped and said "wow". He hasn't said wow like that to me in years. It was nice. Everyone thought I looked nice, which is weird in the hippy crowd. I never quite know what to think of that, if they would just shower, then most of them would look better then me..... not that I care if they shower (although the smell was quiet pungent this year) but they always seem like they don't know that they can look good. The girls especially seem to have a lack of self-esteem, which just makes me want to pick up every single one of them and give them a shower and new cloths. However I know from past experiences that they don't want that, their on some other journey that I can't reach. The only thing that really makes me angry about it all, is the children. I HATE I mean really really HATE, seeing the little kids here. Now most of you are probably saying but hippies don't make bad parents, and I will tell you that your right good hippies don't make bad parents, the hippies that bring their kids to the shows make bad parents. Why? you ask.... It's like this, they bring their kids into a show where there is a ton of drug use, all over the place, then these parents get high and they don't watch their kids. I've seen desperate parents searching huge crowds for a wandering toddler, I've seen sick (high fever and a cough) babies in concerts that last until 3:00am, I've seen 10 yr. olds, escorting their drunk parents to the bathrooms. It is disgusting. I've watched people shooting up, with an infant in their arms and then breastfeeding. I've told J. under no circumstances would a child under our care go until they were teenagers and even then they would have stick close to us. I know, I know, I would never let a child in my care have the same freedoms that my friends and I did. Too bad to. Of course they have a choice get out of H.S. early and into a top university and I'll consider them a grown-up (maybe). HA it's a good thing we're going to be leaving the parenting stuff up to our friends that are better qualified as we would so stink as parents.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
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a Gryffindor!
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