Bode Well

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Today does not have a terribly bright outlook. For all my tryings to be bright and cheery (I will be the first to admit it is highly unnatural for me) I cannot for the life of me, think of something to occupy my time for the next seven hours.

As of this morning, I have alread spilled coffee on my desk blotter (more like dumped a oversized cup) inadvertantly offended someone by insulting our very ugly Christmas tree (IT IS COVERED IN POWDER BLUE AND BABY PINK CHRISTMAS BALLS. They shouldn't even make Christmas balls that color, it should be against the law. You would think it is the tree of fertility, but that would be quite pointless since the general population of our office is over fifty. ANYWAY.) and everyone is feeling slightly snubbed because I got flowers. From my Dad. Go figure.

Yes, you will be seeing a general influx of senseless blog posts. I AM BORED STIFF. This could get quite interesting, I am trying to figure out how to single-handedly set the entire office on fire. With a candle.

This could be quite terrifying.

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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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