The Night After


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This is a tale of two women who quickly became old ladies. You don't even have to ask them about it. All you have to do is go look at their apartment after a evening home.

There are books piled high beside the comfortable reading chairs and a crumpled cozy blanket lying beside it. Textbooks are shoved off to the side. Teacups scattered through the apartment and a lone teapot which is long empty and cold. A plate sits on the counter with a few scattered crumbs and smears of marmalade. The desk housing the computer has a stack of paid taxes and bills. Soft jazz still comes from--somewhere.

This is my boring little life. And I couldn't love it more.


6 Responses to “The Night After”

  1. Anonymous Joy 

    I do so love our boring little life!

  2. Anonymous idigak 

    hey...with taxes done, an unlimited supply of great reading, and jazz music playing...i think i could be content with boredom!

  3. Anonymous Porkchop 

    Yes, but you see Joy's taxes are done, not mine. I have to collect the various W-2's from all the jobs I worked this past year. I know for a FACT one of them will not come until the very last minute. (How do I know this?! Because I used to do them FOR them.)

  4. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Ain't nothing wrong with a little boredom..
    I'm guessin' one o' them books might be the Bible, so's good reading!

  5. Anonymous joy 

    Actually, my taxes are NOT done. Last night was just the warm-up. Now the real fun begins...

  6. Anonymous Patrick 

    I didn't see your site around for awhile. Good to see you are still out here mixing it up.

    ~Cheers!

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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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