Hon, I totally feel your pain. I hate it when I'm being all healthy and doing good and then accidentally eat junk food that's not even tasty. If it were good, that would be another matter, but if it's not, what a waste of junkiness!
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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.
it's really not cheese. it's processed cardboard with rubber coating, a shot of Yellow 7 and a drop of Red 11.
Hon, I totally feel your pain. I hate it when I'm being all healthy and doing good and then accidentally eat junk food that's not even tasty. If it were good, that would be another matter, but if it's not, what a waste of junkiness!