Barbizon

Published 15.9.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

My lovely day revere has been ruined by Joy IMing me to tell me that we have to do the graduation fashion show.

This is the point where I would like to lay on the floor, kick my heels, flail my arms and generally throw a tantrum.

There are not words to describe the inexplicable horror and dread that now fills my stomach at the thought of having to spend a entire Sunday with modeling twits. Oh the horror, oh the dread, oh the sheer pain of it all!

I could cry, I really could.

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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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