My Unfulfilled Life In Prison


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My office is in the depths of our dealership. And by depths I mean, I cannot see outside. Well, I take that back. If I carefully cram myself into the corner of my desk, throw myself across said desk and stretch my neck, I can see a scrap of outside through the showroom windows.

Even with all the sky-line gloriousness I am completely unaffected by the weather. Of course, walking to and from my car is the obvious exception. But within my office, it doesn't matter how dismal or bright it is outside, my office remains the same. A little climate controlled grey prison.

Today it is paticularly binding and wretched because it is so GLORIOUS outside. I want to be out there! Dancing among the rainbows! Skipping with the unicorns! Feeding lollipops to the Care Bears!

But I am not. I am here. Longing. Unfulfilled. Trapped. (cue corny Creed music about prisons)

See? That's what being optomistic does for you. DASHES YOUR HAPPY LITTLE DREAMS TO THE ROCKS.


1 Responses to “My Unfulfilled Life In Prison”

  1. Anonymous Sparkle 

    Hey Sweetie! I thought of you while riding today. Next beautiful day you can get off at a decent hour or your next day off that's nice lets go trail riding!! It's been forever! Call me! :0)

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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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