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Voodoo. Voodoo Would Be Good

Published 6.7.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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The other day I walked in my bathroom to find the lids removed from three of my beauty products. Strange. I then find a pair of my tweezers twisted in half. Not broken in half, but twisted in half. The next day, their was another mutilated pair of tweezers laying on my counter.

My good tweezers are now hidden in my car, but really, who destroys tweezers?! Upon pondering this with the other occupants of the house, someone suggested that it could be the hired hand who roams the property. Coming into my bathroom and destroying things while I am gone, what fun! Anyone for a rousing round of plucking the bristles out of my brush?!

In any event, I am highly disconcerted. What if he comes in when I am sleeping in my underwear?! What if he does something to my room when I am gone?! What if...

I really must keep my imagination under control, or I will be reverting to my childhood and guarding my bed with a gun.



Yes. That is another very long story.

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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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