Death Wish

Published 17.12.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

I am quite convinced that I have this inner, oppressed desire to kill my computer. Just last week, I managed to knock it over which rendered it senseless until the IT Guy could come and tell me how stupid I am, while dismembering it and finally telling me NOT TO KICK MY COMPUTER OVER. It was just this afternoon I managed to dump a entire glass of water over it. Shh. Don't tell. I neatly mopped it up and will blame it on my boss's rugrat who is running about scribbling on the walls.

The only problem with not having rank, is that you are left to blaming your mistakes on SMALL CHILDREN.

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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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