A Blog Worthy Day, And Yet, I'm Silent

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There was a time when every day was blog worthy. There was drama! There was intrigue! Broken heels! Boys sending flowers! There were co-workers to scorn, boyfriends of friends to terrorize and many more exciting tidbits of my life. (Said with tounge firmly in cheek.) (I'm actually quite sure I could find a relating pathetic story to every word of this post, but I'll just save the most mispelled, poorly written and generally horrendous highlights. Or lowlights, as it were.)

Back in the days of carefully crafted blog posts, today would have been a veritable goldmine for story fodder. I ran out of gas, disasterously dyed my hair and locked my car keys in work. Paticularly disasterous since I was the only one left. Ah. I remember the days when I would have used all the aforementioned events for policemen snagging, plentiful tears and huge dramatic breakdowns. (I won't even bother linking to that. We'd be here all night with the links I could provide.)

I don't know if this is an exercise to remind myself how downright irritating I can be. Or if it's just a pathetic excuse for a blog post. But I laughed today because during all three situations where I would have worked myself in a tightly wadded bunch of panties, I just laughed and rolled my eyes.

Eh. That's life. You move on. You'll survive.

(Word on the street has it that I'm a bit easier to live with. Imagine that. Me easy to live wi--Wait. She said easier, not easy. Ah.)

In conclusion: I need something bigger, shinier and more exciting for good stories. Keep reading for Porkchop: Bounty Hunter stories.

(I'm kidding. Sort of. Not really.)

1 Responses to “A Blog Worthy Day, And Yet, I'm Silent”

  1. Anonymous Memphis Steve 

    The other day I tried desperately to leave a comment congratulating you on the college decision, but the blogger wouldn't let me. So here I am, sneaking up behind it, to tell you congrats on college. It's a good decision.

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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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