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I'm Alive

Published 19.6.06 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I'm just working, alot. Even when my best friends come into town, I work. Even when it's my day off, I'm working. And when I'm not working, I'm helping my sister buy a car. I do love cars. I really do. If you want to see some fantastic driving with no plot and horrible acting, go see Fast and Furious: Toyko Drift. That movie makes me want to become a motor head. That and The Transportor.

I suppose my job could really be wonderful if I worked with fantastic cars. Instead, I sell old people cars. Stuff I would never drive.

But yes, I'm breathing.

1 Responses to “I'm Alive”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous  on June 20, 2006 1:35 PM  

    My son was watching 'drift racing' on the SPEED channel last night. Apparently there are sacntioned races to do that at.
    Probably not as exciting as doing it on the street (NOT like that, getcha mind outta the gutter), but still looked like fun. They were hitting speeds well over 100MPH.

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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.

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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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