Today I had a revelation; I'm going to die alone.
As I sat in my bed having a one-sided conversation with my dog and watching Gilmore Girls on a Wednesday afternoon, I found a Frito on my bed. Without hesitation, I picked up that amorphous corn chip and put it in my mouth, fearlessly chomping away at its entirety. Granted, a bag of Fritos lay open on my bed at this moment, but the moment itself was eye-opening.
Who immediately eats food found in their bed? A person who's been single for almost four years and has no aspirations to become attached to anything but her remote.
Thus, I'm going to die alone.
It's time to stock up on Fritos.
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