This is a Just PMSing original series titled “The moment I knew I hit rock bottom” where I tell y’all about some of my lowest moments. Don’t feel sorry for me. Just laugh and buy me a drink. If you have a story you feel can top mine, then start your own blog.
Did you think I had permanently escaped rock bottom??? Did you think, oh, something terrific must have happened to this blogger and now she doesn’t ever visit rock bottom anymore???
Why I think that’s mostly true (the past few months have been good compared to other previous months), I want everyone to know that I just spent my lunch break eating Sonic alone in my car because it’s Monday and the world hates Taylor Swift and what else are you supposed to do on a Monday when the world hates Taylor Swift.
And while there’s nothing crazy about that, I want you to know I didn’t actually eat lunch. I ate a Fudge Brownie Molten Cake Sundae because I thought it would taste similar to Chili’s molten cakes. But it didn’t.
It tasted like an old brownie was heated up in a microwave and they topped it with soft-serve ice cream from a machine. It was no Blue Bell, let me tell you that. It tasted like the realization that Taylor Swift lied and that she’s not a robot. It tasted like the feeling you get in your stomach when two of your favorite female celebrities are fighting. It tasted like the gross realization that Kanye West didn’t lie. It tasted like the end of the world.