Trotting About in the Snow


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I have guiltily decided to start posting again... so watch out world here I come!

My life is rather boring, so either I must potificate annoyingly or make up things about my life.
I have convinced myself I am going to die of my own stupidity as evidenced by today's chain of events.

First of all, after I took Mrs. Linda flowers at the hospital, I came trotting out to the parking lot where it was snowing quite heavily. I began looking for the car, it normally takes me awhile, but after 15 minutes of searching, I became concerned, after 20 minutes of searching I became panicked and after 25 minutes of searching, I became convinced they had towed my car. After half a hour of searching, I finaly found my little Saturn. By then, I was literal mess. My face, to which snowflakes had origionally been clinging cutely, was now a soggy mass of running mascara and smeared powder. My feet were cold, and my hair was straggly. In this half hour of combing asphalt, I managed to get a offer for a ride, by some concerned bystanders.

Since I couldn't let my stupidity end there, I went to Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping, only to come out a hour later to discover I had left my lights on. Completely not smart. And, my jumper cables were having issues, so after 10 minutes of standing in the still wet, blowing snow, I figured out they weren't working. Alas! I need someone to save me from myself. =)

I have decided, with this whole advent of modeling school, I should begin my strict regimine of lettuce leaves and carrots. Bland, but thinning.

Anyways... I have to go do homework.


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.


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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