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So, Would You Like My Potato Cake?

Published 27.4.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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That is what my little (SIZE TWO) coworker asked.

No.

Are you suuuuuuuuure?

Yes.

I proceeded to launch into a tirade regarding small people who diet, loudly, and make the rest of us feel fatter.

I would take consolation in the fact that someone commented this morning that it looks as if I am losing weight, but I am chalking that up to the fact I am wearing mostly black.

And I will despair in the fact my boobs are growing. Again. I really should consider touring with the circus. Much better than the Fat Lady Tent, we will have the Girl With The Boobs That Never Stop Growing.


I wonder why I attract freaks...

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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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