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Today has turned into one of those days that you just want to cry. I have no paticular reason, and no Fredd I am not PMSing, I simply feeling sorry and pathetic for myself, by myself.

Rather appropriate I must say. So, I shall listen to Daredevil all evening and be generally reclusive while I contemplate refusing food and drink, but end up taking it. What fun is it to be miserable if you aren't allowed to complain how fat you are?

Things I Hate:

  • Cold congealed hamburgers
  • Stacks and stacks of paperwork
  • Annoying oldies
  • Ignorant people that cannot even find the lavatory on their own
  • Just having taken a bite of the aforementioned cold hamburger only to have a really cute guy walk in the door. Did I mention the endearing speck of mustard on the cheek?
  • Feeling generally fat
  • Actual contemplation of vomiting up the twice aforementioned cold hamburger which is now racing towards your already cellulite laden butt
  • Sisters who are disgustingly cute, thin and are constantly being sent flowers. Reason? See aforementioned adjectives
  • People who use the word "aforementioned" in every other sentance

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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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