Perhaps The Day Will Even Itself Out

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Things That Have Made My Day Bad:

I am very, very tired.
And grumpy.
I foolishly shared my doubleshot espressos, only to have people complain "their stomach's hurt" after drinking them. Silence yourselves! I didn't FORCE you to drink them!
I am now out of doubleshot espressos.
I have on a terrible outfit.
Because I am out of clean clothes.
And I scribbled pen on my pants.
I am very, very tired.
And I haven't sold a car yet.
And I really don't care.
I missed my haircolor consultation because I was with a customer who didn't buy the damn car.
My old hairstylest has apparently become quite popular in my abscence and is very booked. Or very angry at me.

Things That Have Made My Day Better:
The Best Boyfriend In The World (BBITW--Boyfriend of Twiglet) brought me Starbucks!
The wireless was FINIALLY fixed, which is where I am posting this from.
I realized that if I ran away and became a stripper, it would simply give me more writing material. Very freeing. Am buying lucite shoes as we speak.
I scheduled my hair appointment.
And that is it.

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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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