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I have determined, in my own special sort of way, that I am a terrible person. Mean, biting, cynical and I make snap-judgements. When I am with those I feel supremely comfortable, I find that as license to be terribly sarcastic and critical. It was just this morning that my sister informed "I do not like allot of people."

This is very discouraging, since I have been working very hard on being a nice person. Prehaps all this work of having people want to like me has give way to a I Do Not Care sort of attitude. Helpful at times, but most detrimental at others. This is even more saddening because I thought I was getting very good at this whole, Liking Everyone Attitude, I mean, everyone has annoying habits, but I thought I was beginning to overlook them.

So, this is just a friendly reminder to myself, that I must be nice to others, share my cookies, not rip the heads of others playdough snakes, not snore during naptime and BE NICE TO MY SISTER'S BOYRFRIENDS.

I live a very trying life.

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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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