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Flu Or Something Like It

Published 18.2.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I have chills. I am dizzy. My appetite has dropped dramatically (HIGHLY unusual). My hands are cold. My head is warm. I think I have the flu.

Or I am in love.

But to be in love I need someone TO love. Any volunteers? I do not relish the thought of being sick in bed all weekend.



Someone love me and send me flowers and then I will be all better.

3 Responses to “Flu Or Something Like It”

  1. Blogger QOS  on February 18, 2005 4:35 PM  

    i feel your pain. really.

    are hangovers contagious? i think i caught one from a co-worker.

  2. Blogger Jon  on February 18, 2005 6:38 PM  

    Hmmm, I guess you could join the cue of women that love me. I'd send you virtual flowers, but actually I am too beat right now to go find some. So just pretend I did.

  3. Blogger Unknown  on February 21, 2005 10:57 AM  

    It's not the flu, it's a come down from too much crack. I put it in your drinking water.

    But I hope you get better soon. or fall out of love. I think the first one is easier.

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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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