I swear that I am cognitively declining or something like it. Recently I have been putting things on top of the fridge instead of inside. I have also been putting really weird things in the washing machine on accident. My purse has gone through about 4 laundry cycles in the past two months. And honestly those things are really minor, but when it happens often it makes me feel CRAZY.

The reason why I saw this is because the other night I was intending on making tofu. I cut it up and set it on a pan with some oil. And at some point walked away from it. I saw it about 8 hours later on the stovetop and was too busy to make it so I threw it in the fridge, pan and all. The next day I wake up and go about my time. I am working a grave that night so naturally I make a bag of popcorn and throw the fridge tofu on the stove and make it with teriyaki sauce… some call this girl dinner.

• side note!!!!!! Ive been posing a lot about me eating fruit and now everyone is messaging me about fruit which gives me a reason to talk about fruit. I have created the perfect environment of conversation for me.

I went to work AND HAD TO VOM SO BAD. But like whatever right? Ok so I’m up and working in the middle of the night of course. And we have a regular who tips a bunch but has a weird fascination with me and a couple other girls. But he comes by so I hide because he is not as creepy with the girl I was working with. But he asks her about me. She tried to play it off but he really wanted to see me so I intended on popping my head up and just saying Hi. But the man wants to trap you every time. And I got stuck in an uncomfortable conversation. When I go up to the front he starts it off with a “how have you been?” Im short with him and say “good.” He then looks me up and down and says “so I found your insta the other night. It just popped up on my suggested.”

“Oh weird.”

He looks me up and down and says “girl…”

“What?”

“Oh you know.” he says with a creepy chill inducing smirk.

“What?”

“You post some spicy content on there.”

“WHAT?!”

“Oh yea I see those bikini pictures.”

“Ew don’t say that my mom follows me.” and I walk to the back while he is asking if i’m in a relationship. I pretend not to hear. Then I archive some summer pics with friends because now i’m self conscious and aggravated.

HE LEAVES..

I go to the bathroom and vomit up my tofu and popcorn.