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Good Day

Published 15.9.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Today is going to be a good day. I have decided.

Even if it is drizzling outside, even if I am hungry, even if I am tired, even if my coffee is far too weak to keep me awake.

Because! I have cute hair, sort of. I have a very cute shirt on, that makes me look feminine and pink. I have a very yummy lunch awaiting me, thanks to Laura's delightful culinary skills. I do not have to listen to Joy whine about Matt's abscence, she will be with him tonight. I will pass this CLEP if it kills me, and unfortunately I don't think it will. And about a thousand other good things I think I could come up with.


Okay. The air has offically been taken out of my balloon. Someone just asked me "Are you okay?" To which I responded a perky "yes!" And they still didn't believe me.

I am fine! Maybe I just don't look so fine. Sigh.


Yes! Dad and Teresa will be gone all weekend, which means I do not have to get up at the ungodly hour of five on Friday, and that I can actually do something remonetly interesting this weekend. I was thinking of shopping in Annapolis with Brittany to restore that sacred bride/bridesmaid bond, but I am not sure. Maybe Stephanie and I will go. Maybe, I'll just sleep. Or study, perish the thought!

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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.

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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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