Christmas Propsal

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I do not know why, but today seems to be the day of childhood reflection. I remember being thirteen and thinking that I would want to be getting married at this age. Yes, the proposal's are coming left and right, but it is rather amusing to me. Not intriguing. Just like the novelty of shaving your legs. Yup. It wears off pretty quick.

Maybe there is a little TOO much goodwill floating around, or too much grain alcohol, or a little of both. It isn't even after thanksgiving yet and I have gotten my second Christmas proposal. I know this sounds terribly callous, and to the gentlemen that are reading this, they must be thinking I am a rabid man eater. Man eater, yes. Rabid, no.

Really, I am not. And please don't think me cruel, but there is something horribly un-romantic about being called up, with a slightly drunked sound to the person's voice, declaring loudly that they WILL marry you.

Make me. I dare you.

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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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