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Miserable

Published 17.3.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I don't know if I could get more disgusting or awful feeling if I tried.

I had better not say that, because as the Slabaugh saying goes "Remember, no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse!" My lips are cracked and bleeding, my head is throbbing, my sinuses are full and overflowing, I have cramps, my back hurts and a thousand other things. To top it all off, Jared has been paticularly nice, which makes me feel like a terrible monster for what I am about to do.

I know this is the right thing, breaking it off. But it scares me. Am I just being a chicken, or are these feelings normal. Because I am scared I am just not being patient enough. Maybe I have just been listening to too many of those songs where jilted lovers return to their ex's life as this great famous person. Tonight on the way to school, every single sad patriotic country song that I like came on the radio. Grr!

My poor brain is working overtime so I don't think i am going to make much sense 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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