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Thanks For Scarring Me For Life

Published 31.7.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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This afternoon as Barbie and I were running errands she offhandedly remarked that the person referred to in this comment is someone I happen to know. Someone who apparently keeps my picture as his computer wallpaper. Someone who was recently spotted discussing my, er, assets.

I know, really, I should be flattered. But if you ever met this fellow, you would know exactly what I am talking about when I say that I curled up into the fetal position IN THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR and began wimpering.


Perhaps life was a little bit safer and more innocent before the dawn of internet love.

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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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