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M.I.A.

Me- in action, sometimes inaction, but always- acting out!
 

mad backwards is (almost) damn!

It didn't occur to me until that it was ok until the D!xie Chicks said it was.
I have worked for some time (at least 4 years, that I can think of) to not be so mad. I have blamed my exhaustion, fatigue, and frustrations on anger. I feel that if I could just move away from being mad- that I would have peace and I wouldn't have all those other things. Well, I've decided that's just flawed logic. I am mad. I am mad and that is my passion and it gets me where I need to be. I am no longer going to fain some mask of happiness in the absence of anger. I believe that I am a peaceful, peace-respecting, peace-seeking person that is the getting there in my hybrid of happiness and pissed off. Anger is my fuel-- Peace is my destination and it all makes sense to me.
I'm mad that my friend and room mate is flaking out me for a boy she met 6 months ago. I hope his divorce is final. I hope she knows that if she needs anything she can call. I hope I don't hear from her after she's gone.
I'm mad that I don't make enough money. What I do is important and if 'people,' more specifically 'women,' were honored as much as selling cars or shoes at Nieman Marcus- I'd be compensated better.
I'm mad that apathy is an epidemic. Do not bitch about how hot it is and then drive 3 blocks to get lunch. That's why it's so hot- and why it's getting hotter.
I'm mad that my mother has a 27 inch flat screen TV (and that's just the one in the kitchen) and yet I work 2 jobs.
I'm mad that cocaine will get you fired but pornography won't. We don't want you rotting out your brain via your nasal passage but go ahead and objectify women?
I'm mad that you can call me 'honey' and I can't call you asshole.
I'm mad that THIS guy can 'allegedly' assault his wife and not have to appear in court- just because he can through a ball as well as a punch.
I am so mad that a woman died 6 days before his court date. He's on a medication vacation at the VA hospital and her 2 little girls don't have a mommy! I'm mad and I'm going to do something about it. I plan on saying something about the gender inequity every chance I get.
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