The Market Is Down

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I have noticed an alarming, yet almost comforing, trend in all the blogs I read.

Everyone is having just as much of a boring life as I am. For the moment, anyway.

Must be the time of year, must be the lack of sleep or it must be the inability to go to the beach and get hit on by drunk guys.

So, this has driven me to the logical conclusion that I need to do something interesting in order to have something to write about and fuel my amusement for the next few months.

Suggestions? Fire away. But I am not repeating the belly-button piercing (still have the scar), the lesbian pink hair (still growing it out) or the tattoo on my butt (still scrubbing hard in the shower).

Anyone up for a little group suicide?

3 Responses to “The Market Is Down”

  1. Blogger steelcowboy 

    Hmm. No, suicide is out, singley or in groups.
    How about you purchase a motorcycle (this Spring, too cold in DE yet I would guess)?

  2. Blogger QOS 

    group suicide? i don't think so. I may kill, but it won't be me. . .

  3. Blogger TSG 

    See, I'm all for ritual suicide. I got me some black Nike's and I'm sure there some fucking comet out there in space that we can chase. So, it'll be Porkchop and I. And then Queen can write about it so that at least one of our blogs is interesting.

    That's fucking beautiful.

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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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