fat and happy or skinny and bitchy. those, m'dear are the options.

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having lost fourteen pounds and narrowed my rather large arse down a size, i find my waistline expanding as i settle comfortably in the routine of a relationship. this must be stopped.

i haven't forced myself to find the time to go out and find things to do, so i've been burying myself in heaps of books and achieving massive amounts of reading. recommendations for the list are highly welcome.

i've observed that the cost of eating out in salisbury is comporable to that of in pittsburgh. i find this fascinating and puzzling.

this is truly the godforsaken midwest--i don't care what anyone else tells me. people here have horrible hair, bad clothes and eat vast amounts of pork. even with said expanding ass, my eating habits are considered "healthy".

when it snows, and i refuse to go outside for six months straight--i fully intend on weighing four hundred pounds by spring, from toast and tea alone.

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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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