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I Am Not Creative, Or Even Funny

Published 16.5.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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As I mentioned earlier, I stayed up rather late last night writing a very funny post. As I also mentioned earlier, Blogger ate the funnier half of the post. And as earlier mentioned, I am having a terrifically bad day, to the point of rendering me humorless and crabby.

Hence, my lack of posting.

When it is irritating, but amusing, I normally have all sorts of things to say. But I am tired, my neck hurts and I am weighing the pros and cons of prison against my current job.

So. When I escape this funk I have crept into (which doesn't look like it will be anytime soon) I shall finish my very funny story and resume posting with alarming regularity.



Until then, I will be studying the effects of mixing morphine and alcohol.

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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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