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Big Elephant Tears

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Just recieved phone call from Verity. My usual advisor is in China and the person who is filling in for him tried very hard to sound forlorn, distraught and sad that I was leaving. Instead, it sounded a bit more like she was talking into a bucket.

I said something sweet and poignant like I will miss all the wonderful people and their encouragement and the monthy emails reminding me to PLEASE UPDATE, DAMMIT. I briefly thought about crying big purple elephant tears since this chapter in my life is over, but thought the best of it.



I now feel deliciously light and free.

1 Responses to “Big Elephant Tears”

  1. Blogger joy  on February 08, 2005 4:29 PM  

    Funny, I am enrolled and I don't receive monthly emails or encouraging telephone calls. It's all i can do to get my freakin' phone calls returned!! (Did I tell you how it was only after I left a message on every single voicemail box in the system that I got my phone call returned?)

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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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