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The sudden quietness and lack of posting is largely due to the fact I have been swamped beyond belief at work. Namely because, as my boss likes to say "We are Dumb and Dumber. We do everyone else's job, and still let them give us more work. Yes, we are definately the idiots here." Her words, not mine.

But, distracting me from my self-slave driving is the fact I have this fat, no, make that HUGE, fly buzzing around my office. Flies don't just annoy be, I desest them. I hate them. They make me angry and frustrated. Paticularly fat ones. The ones that buzz and crawl lazily about while you are diligently working. But, they manage to move fast enough so you cannot kill them.

I have commenced to trying to kill them by trying to hit this silly fly, flicking this silly fly, throwing pens at this silly fly and I am on the verge of taking up knife throwing AT THIS SILLY FLY.

I think the clearly outlines my state of mind, or lack thereof.

1 Responses to “Take That”

  1. Blogger Anne 

    Boy, can I relate....isn't it amazing how sometimes the smallest things have the ability to get under your skin and totally foil you? There are ants like that at my house...they are impervious to any means I use to destroy them. But, flies are WORSE....they have wings and are much faster, plus they lounge on excrement!! I hate BUGS!!!!

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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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