Do you ever take deep breaths and reflect on your life and think, gee, it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. I am not supposed to live in a tiny apartment with mismatched tiles and thin walls and dust bunnies under my bed where I am too lazy to clean.
Nope, at the very least I should be living HERE.
And operating this business which I won with my husband Tom.
Once we got rich, we’d move here.
Of course, none of this has happened. I wish I could just drive my car off into the sunset . . .
But I only have a subway pass.
Boo f—ing hoo. Thanks for nothing She-Ra, Barbie, Hot Wheels, and Fisher-Price!