So I work in food now.  Something I promised myself I would never do.  BUT that’s not what is important… what is important is… I remember once writing a blog when I was in high school and it was a response to a question like “are you happy with your life?” I wrote about how everything was okay but it was like how someone left an important ingredient out of the batter of my existence (I was so heavy).  Now all I can think is -that lady is totally going to notice that I forgot to put parsley on her eggplant parmigiana-  and what’s worse?  That eggplant parm is ‘thinking’
-I’m missing something- 

If there really is a god that formed man out of clay I bet he’s like ‘me dammit.. I forgot the x’