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Published 17.3.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I used to be a very competative child, but I have since sated to the demon the point where I do not find it necessary to be all FIRST AT THE STOPLIGHT! FIRST TO EAT A GOLDFISH LIVE! FIRST TO GRADUATE FROM COLLEGE! Because, frankly, the whole FIRST! thing was getting rather tiring. So now I pretend I don't care.

But, since I have recently be advised to "delight in the little things" I just thought I would share that I was FIRST! to finish my bottle of hand sanitizer.

Mainly owing to the fact I meticulously clean everything, doorknobs, safe doors, light plates and blue fingernails and have now started on my boss's bottle.



Thanks. Just thought I would remind you. FIRST!

1 Responses to “FIRST!”

  1. Blogger Life is better blonde  on March 17, 2005 5:24 PM  

    do like i do, request sanitation products to be bought by your BOSS and used by YOU:) I request a container of clorox wipes weekly, and whenever she bitches about it, I remind her that no one has been sick as long as I've been clorox wiping!

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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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