I Cannot Believe Myself


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What in the name of common sense possesed me to say "Sure, why not? I have done crazier things!" When my boss asked me if I would be interested in meeting her hairdresser's son.



Prehaps it is because she happens to flatter me incessently and has moderately cute hair. (The boss that is.)


5 Responses to “I Cannot Believe Myself”

  1. Blogger QOS 

    at LEAST you don't have to work with him.

    at LEAST if you back out you never have to even see him.

    at LEAST it won't create awkward moments every time you walk down the hall to the bathroom.

  2. Blogger joy 

    You just want free haircuts, admit it. Haircut whore.

  3. Blogger VDOprincess 

    Because you want free haircuts, that's why.
    Haircut whore.

  4. Blogger Porkchop 

    JUST FOR THE RECORD: I would not go to this paticular hair salon unless I was under great duress.

    I have heard of them, and I am afraid. Very afraid.

    You pay for what you get.

  5. Blogger Dave 

    Well if he is a hairdresser don't let your borther meet him with a gun cause he would probably burst into uncontrolable sobbing :)

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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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