Trampled Nerves


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My last nerve has not only been gotten on, but be gotten on, trampled and thrown out the window,and that was two hours ago. I have lost any sense of patience and any sort of charitable human quality which you may recieve from me is most definately forced. My day was simply filled with horrific people who should be shot.

And I on the other hand, deserve the medal of honor for putting up with them, and making them think that I am a nice person! But I am not going to dwell on the evils of life, or the evil people that happen to be in it, instead I have to go paint the den, some more. And continue my generally frustrating life.


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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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