Hole in my mouth, hole in my belly, may as well make that hole in my savings account a little bigger and buy myself some lunch.
I love who I am when I’m giving other people advice. I love who I am when I’m telling people my “plan.” I’d love to hook my heart and my ego up to those words and, when I wake up at 4 am, be comforted by them instead of feeling so fraudulent.
I figured what’s more American than making your own unhealthy version of another culture’s food? This was oily and greasy and made me feel like Miranda Hobbes. Only she’d never listen to Elton John.