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Tiny Power Trip

Published 20.1.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I think, if I a terrible childhood was behind me and I was the younger, oppressed, misunderstood, creatively suppressed and overworked younger sister, then there would be this incredibly satisfying sense of power to be writing my OLDER SISTER's paycheck.

But the worse that happened to me was they made me drink glasses of lemon juice, walk over broken glass, shoot at my feet to make me dance and set my hair on fire.* So, really, this whole gloating thing is no fun.



Ignore the above statements and silently curse Princess with me for being so damned nice.


*These things have happened or have been plotted by various family members, dead and alive.

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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.

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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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