Hints Of Desperation


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The closest I can get to drinking on the job is eating as much of my cheese aged in port wine as possible.



Whatever happened to the two cocktail lunch?


3 Responses to “Hints Of Desperation”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous 

    You are not even 18 yet! You need to start enjoying life before it gets the best of you!

  2. Blogger Life is better blonde 

    Does this mean Jon is a pedephile?:)

  3. Blogger Porkchop 

    Well, Jon could very well be a pedephile... but not on my account. I am not sure who said that, but apparently they are gravely misinformed as to my age.

    I suppose, however, I could feel flattered that they are trying to keep tabs on me that closely?

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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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