It’s been hard, making the decision to write this. I’ve had to battle laziness, a raging intercom, a full in tray and the hundreds of meetings that you learn to tolerate when you work in advertising. Everything needs a brainstorm.
I’ve been denying this from the beginning of (my) time, refusing to accept that I was born this way.
I even allowed some guy to steal my identity. Cowardly, I know.
But I’m taking it back! I’m standing up and declaring something that’s going to bring judgement and envy and health advice raining down on me. But enough is enough. Now is the time.
I am the cookie monster.
Me. Not this guy.
I mean compare our passion for cookies. His is clearly lacking.
And I’m prettier than him. I just look better with a bunch of cookies in my hand.
I have real fingers so I can hold MORE cookies than he can.
And I have eaten all those cookies. I am bloated. I am not going to be able to have lunch. Do you think that’s going to mess my jogging up?
Anyway, feel free to call me the sh-cookie monstie from now on.
P.s: I was lying about being busy. I have way too much free time today. Advertising rocks and my company rocks hardest. Go and like Our page, yea? Tenchai.