then we searched this beautiful canyon, along a well traveled path that migrants frequently use to hike into the US from mexico, for the body of a woman that was raped and killed by the "coyote" that she hired to help her enter the US, and people wonder why i'm not more optimistic.

and then i started drinking like the way i drank before.

and then i slammed the heel of my hand into the wall, and ranted "people are still living in tents on their front lawns. no, this isn't over!"

i've traveled over 13,000 miles since the beginning of summer by car or bus.

i'm never going home.

(i love! this)

everything is up in the air, as i sit at 1 am, fighting with a tiny cat over the keyboard, and listening to mix cds so loud that i'm surprised the roommates (is that an insinuation that we love each other?) don't yell at me. place cats in good homes, empty closests, get buttons to ohio, get DART trained, complete medical study, get EARS trained, ( Read more... )

also, my phone broke into three pieces and i lost all of your phone numbers. yes, this means you. everyone should email me their phone numbers.

withstolenwings@riseup.net

you can buy a brand new mercedes in gulfport right now, but no one can get ahold of a pair of working scissors.

i am in gulfport, mississippi. the damage, both property and mental, here is astounding - you cannot imagine it unless you witness it firsthand, and even then it seems surreal. i am working with project halo, accepting animals that somehow made it through the hurricane and weren't buried six feet deep in rubble and transporting the animals around ( Read more... )