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I have discovered a way to persuade myself not to buy completely unnecessary clothing when I am shopping. (Though I do not think there is such a thing as unneeded clothing unless it is acid washed jeans or plaid jumpers.)

Basically, I reason myself out of liking it. It is quite simple, take for instance:

The very adorable celery green corderoy tab-front pants from Casual Corner. I convinced myself that since the wale was so fine, it would make me look like a curvy celery root. Or worse, like Kermit the Frog, with hips.

The adorable black eyelet dress which was a more garden party version of Laura's was oh-so-cute, but I convinced myself that if I got it, even more people would think we were twins.

Of course, the diagonnaly brightly striped satin skirt was rather temting, but I thought I might look a touch too close to that of a lolly-pop.

I almost purchased the perfect pair of barbie shoes, they were clear pink plastic with a white sole, with three and a half inch heels. But highly unversatile. Besides, I have fat feet, right?




In other news, I have offically been slapped on the wrist. I got a speeding ticket for going ninety-one miles per hour in a fifty five hour zone. Yikes! And because I am one month away from being eighteen, I have to go to court. And I have no idea how I am going to explain that to the judge when I go to talk about my ticket for which I am on probation. Or maybe I will just get allot of points, unless I look really innocent. Or Dad can talk me out of it, which is doubtful.

The really annoying thing was that the cop didn't even care that I was speeding, in fact, he warned me their was another cop ahead, but besides that I could speed. Argh! Anyway.





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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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