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Published 29.3.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I feel rather bad, truely I do. It seems everyone is very miserable, and I cannot do a thing about it.

First off, we have poor Dad. He is under lots of pressure with this whole wedding thing, and he is trying to make the business work with Joy gone half the time, and the fact that he is stressed and tired is getting quite evident.

Then, we have Joy who is the queen of being stressed out. She is completely pulling her hair out over her pageants, hates this and hates that. Blah, blah, blah. I feel like I am always deserting her, or making her mad. The only time she is happy is when she is cuddling, on a date, or talking to a guy. Otherwise she is busy being stressed, depressed, or bored. And I can't help her it seems, because I can only take so much cuddling before I begin to feel slightly claustrophobic.

Anyway, I have many more ponderings, but must get this school stuff done.

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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