July 26, 2014

She stood at her kitchen counter shoving the remaining piece of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into her mouth. She was fully aware of how unattractive she must look and reveled in the fact that she was still young enough to get away with shit like this. As she continued to fight with the stickiness of the peanut butter, her mind began to race forward to the future.
“I think Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwiches will never not be my thing,” she thought with a stubborn sense of pride. And it would probably be true. One day she would have children who would gobble the sweet sandwiches down in two bites. She would be the one required to go to the store and choose between raspberry or strawberry preserves. No question she would probably choose raspberry.
She tried to keep her mind from falling on who the father of her children would actually be, because she knew that would get her absolutely nowhere very quickly. Instead she promised herself that no matter how rich or famous she became (because she intended to be quite a lot of both), she would still never succumb to being the kind of woman who purchases apples and deodorant and other common day items such as those at AJ’s. She just couldn’t bear to buy everyday items and high-quality licorice at the same place.

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