Irritable


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Sometimes, I cannot believe myself. The past few weeks have been incredibly interesting and I have reverted to behavior that is strange and foreign to me. Well, foreign to me, maybe, but prehaps not so strange to those I live with. Thus, my posting has been lacking. And those that I have posted have been dull and boring. I try to avoid posting when I am depressed, because they revert to those annoying I Am Fat And No One Loves Me. Very uncreative.

So, to those who have seen me, spoken with me, emailed me, read my blog or had ANY INTERACTION WHATSOEVER. My deepest apoligies. I have been acting very odd. And, I would have killed myself if I had not been me. Because, I do know, as a fact, I can be the most annoying person. Ever.


Anyone have a extra bullet?


1 Responses to “Irritable”

  1. Blogger Kelvin 

    Hi Sarah!

    What you need is a friend, a friend that understands you. Don't look down at yourself. You are not alone. I am here, willing to help you whatever I can. Can we be friends?
    Please visit my blog: http://drkelvene.blogspot.com or e-mail me. I can be your friend.

    Cheers,
    kelvin

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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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