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Published 17.3.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I feel the need to express... something. I hate pain, I hate letting people down, I hate ending chapters, turning pages, and all that crap. Does everything in life have painful endings? Is there such a thing as a happy ending? Is it truely possible to love someone so utterly and completely and it be worth it? Am I picking the wrong people to love? Maybe I shouldn't love at all... maybe I just hurt so badly and I don't know what to do.

This bit of a song by Evenescence:

I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know
That there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be
Blinded by tears
I can stop the pain
If I will it all away

That is rather how I feel right now.

Anyway. Another senseless post, I think I shall go home and down some Nyquil and go to bed.

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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