please come home and save me from myself, darling

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i miss my little brother something fierce. this is evidenced by the fact i managed to let myself be wrangled into cooking dinner for a bunch of the guys i work with that live together. (purely in a frat-house kind of way, not gay orgy.) i cooked them dinner and in return they told funny guy stories which left me doubled over with laughter. i hadn't laughed that hard since my little brother left.

it reminded me of how much i desperately miss him. with him, i am able to indulge my secret love of guy-humor. watching super-troopers, dumb&dumber, etc. i am really quite ashamed that i find it all funny, but i do. paticularly when i am with him. i can't wait until he comes home. we'll play football. we'll watch stupid movies. we'll make fun of people. he'll tell me i'm gorgeous and that i am the coolest sister ever.

i'll pretend i believe him. but really i know i'm the one getting the best end of this deal.

1 Responses to “please come home and save me from myself, darling”

  1. Anonymous Kat 

    Awwww... aren't baby brothers awesome? I spent my day with mine. Such goosies.

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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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