Buddy-Buddy


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I am trying to decide if there is something worse than those girls for whom everything has to be warm and fuzzy. And everyone has to be friendy-friends, and then they talk about you behind your back. But when your not their friend, they freak.

Don't get me wrong, I love friends, I have cool girl-friends, but their not warm fuzzy friends. They are not those that have to be together all the time. They are the type of friends that I can not call for like a month, and they are cool with that. Maybe the reason I haven't been good at the whole buddy-buddy thing is because I suck at keeping in constant touch, or I hate having conversations that have no point, or because I don't like being clingy. Or maybe it's because my sisters are my best friends, and any other friends who try to measure up to that are a hassle.

Maybe I am not a warm fuzzy person. Maybe I am not aserbic. Maybe I am being retarded. Maybe I have been saying maybe too much lately and need to quit thinking.


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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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