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I Am Struck Dumb

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My younger brother. Yes, the freakishly smart one, actually complimented me. Not only complimented me, but called me hot. Not only complimented me and called me hot, but did so for the whole wide world to read. While some of you might find this a TAD scary that I am taking such articulate note of this, I can assure you, my brother is not one for superfluous or unnecessary comments.

I must now balance myself tediously on my current weight. If I get "heavier or skinnier" I will no longer be declared as "hot" by teenage brother.



You know. At this point. I take what I can get in the compliment department. So, thankyouverrymuchFredd.<$Blog

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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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