Without Fail


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Everytime I try this whole business of being a nice person, I have the WORST days ever. It's like clockwork.

For instance, today I wore and all-black outfit and managed to wear NAVY hose. I am also sitting in my corner of the office, nursing a cold and working through a box of tissues like the Kleenex Eating Demon From Hell. The heat is also broked in our office, thus, I am exposed to large drafts of cold air up the skirt. And this, is only the beginning.


I think if I am going to sound pathetic I need to try a little harder.


4 Responses to “Without Fail”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous 

    Poor Sarah. Had a bad day?? Perhaps its your frame of mind. Pulled "Wedding from..."?? Was it a pack of lies?? No courage of your convictions?? You are one sick child who is in desparate need (of what I am not sure) Perhaps to many things to mention. Like friends, love, character, integrity. The list could go on and on.

  2. Anonymous Anonymous 

    you had a bad day 'cause your tights didn't match your dress? I'm sure there are millions of people who wish their *good* days were that bad...

  3. Blogger Rick 

    our bad days are all relative, aren't they? mine started by having to go to the office on a vacation day, only to find that there were multiple issues and i was the only person from my group in the office that early. my mind is mush.

    and no, i know there are people all over dealign with worse. but when it's you and your bad day, you deal a little more locally, don't you?

    feelin' it for ya.

  4. Blogger Walker 

    Hi Sarah. Don't try to be nice . Be yourself for that day .If you feel like being nice then be nice . If you feel like being bitchy then be a bitch just be anything that makes you happy .Get well soon.

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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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