Hating Who I Have Become

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No worries! This is not a post for me to wax eloquent on suicide and the circumstances that prompt it. This is simply an alert that I am becoming much like my sister, Barbie, working out like an crazy woman and constantly making references to the above mentioned working out.

"Ohhh. I better not eat that, I have to go work out in a little bit."

"Don't. Hit. Me. My muscles are all sore from working out..."


In short, I am becoming pathetic and obsessed.

I am going to go work out for the second time today.

Someone shove a twinkie up my nose.

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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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