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Signs That Eating Chocolate Covered Espresso Beans For Breakfast Might Not Be Such A Good Idea

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I drove all the way to work with my sunroof open and my windows down. It isn't terribly warm outside.

I am talking faster than usual. That is pretty fast. As in, too fast for me to understand what is falling out of my mouth.

I am listening to A Thing Called Love, yes, the one song, on repeat, in honor of Joy.

I am bouncing up and down in my chair in time with the music. The fact the chair has a spring in the seat adds a nice touch.

I am screeching along with the music. I cannot say singing because I cannot sing.



So. The department down the hall which forces me to consider arson can just bring it on. They have no idea what they are in for today.

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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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