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Therapy

Published 4.3.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Instead of investing in the much-needed therapist as I have been repeatedly advised, I have come up with a much quicker and easier method.

Send someone a voicemail. Do not CALL them and send them a voicemail. Go into your voicemail and send it to them. Vent. Scream. Cry. Talk reallyreally fast.

Before actually SENDING it, listen to it. As you hear how incredibly stupid you sound, there is no way in the free world you will actually send it to that person.

Delete it.



It is quite theraputic. I tried it.



It works especially great if your voice sounds as bad recorded as mine does. I sound like a certain person who seriously irritates me.

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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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