Lost Without You

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I have this odd paranoia. I cannot leave the house without earrings of some kind in my ears. I can, when forced at gunpoint, leave without makeup. Or maybe even clothes! But I cannot leave without earrings.

I also have this odd habit of losing earrings. Not both. Just one. Which results in this entire One Earring Collection. I think I will donate it to the Smithsonian when I become famous. You know, like I thought was a work of art or something. One more thing to prove my mounting insanity.

Another instance of my insanity is the situation wherein I buy antique earrings that are clip-on's. I mean. I lose pierced earrings. Why wouldn't I lose a bit of metal which is precariously clinging to my ear by a failing clip?

Yes. Why wouldn't I?

So. If you happen to see a antique cameo earring lying in the middle of the road, let me know. Until then, it is partying hard with about forty-three other single earrings.

An obvious reflection of the state of their owner.

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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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