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This Weekend

Published 8.2.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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If being single is not bad enough over Valentine's Day, the problem is compounded when A Certain Sister offers you up on the Alter of Blind Dates to the Merciless Gods of Death and Destruction On Dates With Strangers.

You heard me.

My kind sister, who has two admirers visiting over Valentine's Day weekend, has deserted me in favor of New York City. Not that I blame her for choosing NYC, but I will ,for quite some time hold a grudge against her.

She has given me vague instructions like, GO TO THE FIREHALL DANCE. Does anyone but me realize quite how unspeakably hokey that is? So, in true form, I have recruited yet another single friend to help me entertain. The highlight of the weekend is having to drive up to Wilmington to pick My Kind Sister up.



I do not believe that even the balm of Flower Whoring would even heal this injury of pride.

3 Responses to “This Weekend”

  1. Blogger joy  on February 08, 2005 9:18 AM  

    They are not admireres.

  2. Blogger Porkchop  on February 08, 2005 9:24 AM  

    You start with a HALF empty bottle? Brave man.

  3. Blogger QOS  on February 08, 2005 2:38 PM  

    i leave you with these words of comfort - it could be worse. can't think of how, but i'm sure it could. ; )

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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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