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Working Hard

Published 8.4.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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To insure I gain back all the weight I lost on vacation.

I succumed last night. Instead of ripping up the carpet in the bedroom like I was supposed to, I decided my back hurt too badly and collapsed on the couch. On The Couch With Ben & Jerry's. On The Couch With Ben & Jerry's And A Chick Flick. BY MYSELF. To complete this sad little picture, all I needed was a cat. OH WAIT! WE HAVE ONE NOW. SO I CAN BE THE NEXT BRIDGET JONES!

I am really not even that big of a fan of B&J. But the name of the ice cream was Magic Brownie. Who can resist such an alluring name? With the illusion of getting high on... chocolate and raspberries, I had to try it.



At least I didn't eat the whole thing.

2 Responses to “Working Hard”

  1. Blogger joy  on April 08, 2005 10:14 AM  

    Well, if it makes you feel any better, last night I ate HALF A BAG OF SUN CHIPS while reading Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. Granted, sun chips are healthier than regular, but still, half a bag?? And Bridget Jones??!!

  2. Blogger joy  on April 08, 2005 10:14 AM  

    I think I need a cat, too.

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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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