Frozenporkchop

I should be re - christened Frozen pork chop....

So it could be my love of food....

Which is definitely NOTHING compared to my absolute adoration of chocolate.... or it could be that im rather carnivorous ( not the man -eating types though) sorry to disappoint you Dee... but its just Pork chop coz i pig out, eating seems rather a good way to preoccupy my brain, and stop it from telling me to go kill myself. and frozen .. well, i want to be devoid of feelings and try as i might, i feel like a screwed up humanitarian who's been taken over by the spirit of Mother Theresa and i just cant stand to see man, woman or dog in pain or want or hungry or whatever. Bolster their self confidence....let them live in their illusions...darn ! I'm getting Ayn Rand-ish again...

Quirky name. Now to go do whatever I have been procrastinating about and stop writing about my quirky self. Its like i have this tic... instead of twitching my shoulder or blinking my left eye or some other random indication of insanity, i WRITE. Oh Lord, but for thy grace ....... !

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MuVo said…
darn cool choppie..do pour in ur advenures n thoughts more often. i'll be readin fr sure ;-)
January 29, 2006 4:02 pm
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