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This morning, I am at the front desk.

Apparently I was forewarned about this, but I forgot. I also forgot my cell phone, which means I am sitting at the front desk, with nothing to do. I cannot text people, I cannot listen to my opera, I cannot be interesting. I have to sit. Here. With the only feasible vaguely amusing event being surfing the internet on a really, really slow connection.

Today is SO not looking bright.

I could, however, in my spare time, compose my love in the form of sonnets and love songs for my cell phone. While I do not actually love my phone, I love the company it brings me and the funny messages people send me which make me laugh.

It feels like a part of my has been left behind. A hand. A finger. My virtual mouth. I FEEL NAKED. I FEEL ALONE. I FEEL DESERTED BY SOCIETY IN GENERAL.

Nevermind this is my fault for smoking weed and wiping out my short term memory.

1 Responses to “Berift”

  1. Blogger Dave 

    well the weed does explain alot ;)

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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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