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Many and Strange Friends

Published 15.11.03 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Life is... something!

My latest Chic-Fil-A friends are many, and strange.
I had this laundry delivery man come in and order breakfast, he told me he had noticed I didn't work nights anymore so he didn't come in as often. I was like... oh! That's nice or something. So, today, he came in to continue this conversation, this time with his girlfriend. Who happened to be a real witch. She wouldn't eat anything, she finally said she would gnaw on a biscuit. Anyway, like I care about the ugly guy anyway.

Then, I had this guy come through drive-thru and when I opened the window he was staring at me, and informed me that I had a "very lovely, beautiful voice." Right! I sound like a five-year-old. =)

And then, I have this friend on Emode who wrote me this weird, awful, annoying poem. He's like 42!!

Anyways, this is quite a boring post, but I had to put something here.

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

cookies for troops


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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