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The Door Is Shut

Published 7.4.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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IN YOUR FACE.

I am having a bad morning. I do not want to talk to people. I have a headache. THAT IS WHY THE DOOR IS SHUT.

So, when you waltz into my office and tartly ask "Is your door shut for a reason?" Do not be offended when I say YES.

And I wasn't implying that it was shut because of you.

Well, it sort of was shut because of you. Now that I think about it. So take it as you will, for what it's worth and at face value. BUTLEAVETHEDOORSHUT. There are enough windows in the other room to get your own ventelation going. Stop being a greedy bugger and stealing my breeze, my windows AND MY RIGHT TO SHUT THE DOOR.


Next time, I'll lock it.

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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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