And It Burns, Burns, Burns


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When you get the bland generic postcard from the Hottie Non Ex (that would be someone you didn't really date but apparently wanted to date you but you didn't KNOW until after he got engaged) and his now wife that They Got Engaged! While In Africa! So Please Be Happy For Us! And Our Tacky Postcards!

And even though they have a lion on the front of the postcard and even though he was hot and a little weird, it still scorches a little but because I didn't have the chance to flat out reject him.


2 Responses to “And It Burns, Burns, Burns”

  1. Anonymous Aggie 

    Well I got ALL excited after that comment on my Blog. I thought Mr Right had shown up at last! *Sigh*

    I take you are a Ms. Right then? Unfortunately (or not) I'm not AC/DC.

    I'd return the Postcard to Sender with a note to the Lion to eat the recipients - Lions can read you know!

    Burn by Deep Purple is one of my favourite songs.

  2. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Just checkin' in on you kiddo...

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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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