Recently, I have taken to calling the feeling of being constantly perceived “a live studio audience.” Abstract non-entity…. They only laugh at me when the tiny PA of my subconscious holds up a cue card telling them to.
It’s soooo weird like I’ve spent a third of my life in this setting and yet I still manage to feel out of place it’s so so funny. And yet and yet and yet
My one stipulation is that croutons must be included. A salad-based wrap must include croutons because how else can we experience such a complex portfolio of carbs?
