Les Miserable Porkchop

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On my way home from work (my stereo is FINIALLY working) I was blasting Les Miserables. The Dreamcast live recording. on the tenth anniversary. (Yes Laura, I know it is yours, just in case you are going to say something, but I am holding it for ransom. Perhaps, in your twitterpaited state I can simply continue making silly excuses for not giving it back--IT WILL NOT COME OUT OF MY CD PLAYER.)

And, I decided a similar Broadway production could be written about my life as I know it now.

Sexual Harrasment--Check! (Alibet not from my boss, but on the job from the creepy customers.)

Working with wenches--Check!

Howling out my miseries in song--Check!

I am an orphan--Check! (Or so my so-called siblings tell me.)

I am on the run from the law--Che... not yet. But who knows, if I get stopped one more time, I just might be.

Ok. So maybe not so much, but I would love to have Lea Solonga howling onstage in my honor.

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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.

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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