Each Year Just Gets Better

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Last year I went to Valetines Day dinner on a blind date with a guy that had a girlfriend.

This year I'm going to Valetines Day dinner with a guy who I met last week and I cannot remember his name.

Next year, who knows?

But in three to four years I fully expect to speed dating on Valentines Day.

6 Responses to “Each Year Just Gets Better”

  1. Anonymous pukey 

    Last year I ate half a pound of truffles and watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days with two other pathetic single chicks.

    This year I'll either be finishing off the box of corndogs or ordering a large pizza and consuming it solo.

  2. Anonymous Mikey 

    I can't even remember what I did last year. My memory is shite.

    This year though, I'll be trying to work my way through a massive bottle of Bacardi.

  3. Anonymous vdoprincess 

    Last year I went out and ate steak and shrimp. The year before that I babysat. This year I'm doing dinner and then Casablanca.

    I'll take this year, I think.

  4. Anonymous Kinnor 

    Hmm. I can't remember what I did last year but this year? I'm staying in, getting high on cold medication and blowing my nose while wrapped in the thickest blanket I can find.

  5. Anonymous jon37 

    Reminds me of a story..IN fact I shall post it!

  6. Anonymous Porkchop 

    Pukey-Hmm. That was probably better than the mexican food I ate...

    TSG--Next year, you should come out here... and we can drink ourselves senseless.

    VDO-- Damn you woman and all your romance.

    Kinnor-- You poor darling! Isn't your man going to come over and spoonfeed you broth?

    Jon-- YES! You'll actually update!

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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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