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I Would Like To Let It Be Known:

Published 11.8.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Right now, as a friend, I suck, really badly. I have lately not answered my phone or returned text messages. I do not go out and do fun things. And when you try and have a conversation with me, my phone is normally glued to my ear or I am dozing off.

On the other hand, my friends and sisters continue to email me, call me, text message me and bring me coffee at work.

This is not how Porkchop rocks and rolls.

I suck. I suck hardcore.

I could make excuses, but instead I favor a simple but well-known universal truth:


Car salespeople suck.

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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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