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Death: Revised

Published 3.9.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Last night, as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, I was actually sniffling a little at my decision to shut down my blog. Perhaps I just need a vacation? Need to revisit my blogging persona?

And then it dawned on me: in three days I will be a red-head. My spunk, my vigor and my way with drawing and quartering people shall be made whole. I will be reincarnated. I will be fine.

I think being a boring brunette had finially gotten to me. I was trying to make a wise and logical decision. Down with being logical! Down with being nice! I am quite tired of it.

I shall now resume being normal. Really. I shall. Even if it means spiking everyone's drinks. I shall be:


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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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