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fairykiss22

Nine Month Marked

May 29, 2006 18:28

Well, well, well, look at what we have here. Today, May 29, marks nine months since Hurricane Katrina hit. You can have a baby in that time span. It's... well, it's rather mind-boggling. It's like, how can I have lived like this for nine months, when I know all of this isn't right?

I wore my clog shoes today. They're my bad-luck shoes. (I have ( Read more... )

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hinter May 30 2006, 01:32:46 UTC

Oh God, you make me cry, and that's a really hard thing to do. This was a long post, but every bit was worth it in the most sobering way imaginable. I know I say this about all your Katrina posts, but . . . God. You really make me feel it.

My heart goes out to you, as always. Oh, fuck it, you just actually made me pray, in whatever unconventional sense I can, and I've done that maybe once before in my life.

*attempts to conclude but has nothing to say*

Wow anonymous May 30 2006, 03:46:33 UTC

Erica, you have an amazing gift of writing. ~Jamie

foofbunny May 30 2006, 06:08:20 UTC

Erica.

Let me start off by saying that I think that you are an incredibly brave and devoted person, or "pixel." You're a caring person, a loving person, and a good person. Yes, Katrina has made things difficult and horrible, but... you're just... so much different and I don't think you see how much you've changed for the better.

Man, nine months. I've known you for over nine months....

You're so strong that you make me feel unbelievably weak and useless and I always wish that there was more I could do for you, New Orleans, that one dead dog... Yes pixels are tiny, but they link together with other pixels that link together with OTHER pixels that link together with OTHER pixels and then you've got to realize that you're surrounded by them and they keep you close and snug and together you.... make something ( ... )

snickers1019 May 30 2006, 21:24:50 UTC

Erica. I don't have anything to say. You said it all. It just kinnda hit me lke 10 mins. ago...tomorrow is our last day of school. OUR LAST DAY AS FRESHMAN. Erica, thats insane. It scares me. We're into the third year, the middle year. It's been two years since I met that smiling person sitting in front of me in religion. haha I don't know if you remember this, but that's how we met. You were sitting in front of me and when Ms. Favaro was talking to someone you randomly turned around to me and started saying something about your g'maw, (actually, I'm not quite sure WHY you turned around to randomly talk to me, but I'm sure glad you did)and I rememeber thinking, "what is this child doing randomly turning around to talk to me, I'm gonan get caught talking and Ms. Favaro's gonna eat me alive!". And then I walked into French class next period and lo and behold, there you were! And then we got that project and then I was like "oh, what luck! I know someone to do the project with!" And then you came over to my house and started talking ( ... )

xalifesochanged May 31 2006, 04:26:50 UTC

I know how you feel, and everything is all bleh and grr since Katrina. And things have been really rocky for me lately, so I've turn to praying compulsively. To saints, to God, to Jesus, to my mom, my grandma, anyone that'll listen. I think all we need is peace. Peace with our minds, emotions, bodies, family, friends, city, world.. Just peace.
I'll pray for you!
*hug*