Fire and Brimstone


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Today is one of those mornings, where instead of mentally swearing up a blue streak, I am trying to be prim, proper and holy by condemning all ornery people to hell-fire and damnation. Unfortunately, many people have not taken too kindly to my holy-roller stance.

In other news, Jared visited for the weekend and while I don't expect guys to be perfect, I really don't know what he was smoking. Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to seduce him into thinking that he could be disrespectful to Dad, which made me vow from here on out to make his life as miserable as possible, or living hell. (See the aforementioned sentance on the damnation of Sarah.) And I do not think he understands the compacity I have to make his life on this end rather uncomfortable. I have been tolerant, nay encouraging him to pursue my sister, but I thought him far more intelligent than rubbing me the wrong way. Alas! Some people are doomed for a life of stupidity and ignorance.

Hmm.. all in all, that might be a touch harsh, but I do not take kindly to people who do not realize the depth, gravity or privledge of dating my sisters. Rather than kindly awakening them, if they are too foolish to realize what a treasure they have, it isn't worth trying to help them understand. Laura is a gem, a treasure, something that is not often found. If you have any doubts as to my loyalty, please check out my archives in April, on Marines and their general behavior.


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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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