Of All The Things I Would Call Myself, This Would Be The Last


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The happiest girl alive. That's what someone called me as I strode past them for what seemed the hundreth time today. I stopped short. "Excuse me?"I've become quite accustomed to everything being a veiled insult or possibly sexually connotated. I raised an eyebrow and demanded an explanation.

"No, no, nothing! I just meant to say every time you walk past you have a smile on your face. You look like the happiest girl alive."

Considering less than a year ago I took up crying and listening to Coldplay as my own version of the Olympic sports I find this to amusing, if not terribly interesting. It's amazing how time changes people. And while I may not feel like the happiest girl alive, I have every reason to be. Looking the part is the first step down the road to being the part.


2 Responses to “Of All The Things I Would Call Myself, This Would Be The Last”

  1. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    The mask we wear eventually causes us to mold ourselves to its form....

  2. Anonymous Andrew 

    Oh my.....If that's true, I may be in trouble.

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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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