Drinking Death's

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I would link to the article I read in the paper this morning, but it just so happens that our local newspaper's website sucks, terribly. I digress.

The article that provoked a bit of cog turning in my brain, was that on the death of several college students due to blood alcohol poisoning, as well as the usual druken driving deathes. The article spoke of colleges who sought ways to discourage young people from inbibing too much alcohol and ways they can encourage them to "know their boundries." It spoke of education programs, incentative programs and other things. Citing that young people were "exploring their boundries" and "evolving into adults."

I am so sorry, call me old-fashioned, but what happened to kicking young people out for breaking the law? I have a brilliant plan, encourage the franternities and sororities to keep things legal. Tell young people that breaking laws have consiquences.

Don't get me wrong, I too realize that drinking underage is against the law and every time I do that I am risking jail-time. (Which is why, I have of late, abstained.) But I did not cite that I was merely playing the part of a healthy college student.

Maybe I am just sheltered or something.

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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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