So it's that time of year again.
Some of you probably remember that last year I participated in the Junior Diabetes Research Foundation Walk for the Cure. It's one of the charities my company sponsors every year- there's quite a list, some of which I agree with more than others, of course. This is one I get behind, though. My grandfather had diabetes; my favourite jazz singer died of diabetes complications; I have friends and family still with the disease. I'll schlep myself four miles to raise money for the possibility of a cure. OD is the core corporate sponsor this year, and I'm a team captain, which means essentially I'm in charge of kicking peoples' butts into either walking or donating, and if they're walking, into harassing friends and family for funds.
Times this year are tight, though. :( (Tell me if this startles you.) I had intended to confine my cup-rattling to offline only, but I've had a hard time meeting my personal goal for fundraising. The walk itself is this Saturday, so my time's running out, and so I'm reneging on my half-promise to myself, and poking you guys. If you've got a spare couple of bucks (hur hur hur) would you think about tossing a little to me or one of my team? It's relatively painless, and I will shower you with praise, love, adoratoin, and if I can swing it, scantily clad men, women or both of your choice. Or, if that's not possible and the following is preferable, a pic of sexy me in a corset, all dolled up purdy-like, since a number of you lecherous bastards ♥ have insisited I post just such a thing for a while now. I am not above bribery (walkers and donators locally have been bribed with cookies and bread. The pumpkin bread, in particular, that gets me tackled when I bring it to work. I iz a gud bakr, I is!)
If you can't or don't wish to donate, can I beg for at least your fervent hopes and prayers that my fat ass survives the walk this Saturday? *wg*
Thank you, my darlings, for putting up with me.
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