Currently, my life is being overcome with all things "fake".
Yesterday was the last day of Lent. For the last 40 days I have been a fake Catholic. And, I was a pretty good fake Catholic, if I do say so myself. I gave up the elevator this year, and I didn't cheat, at all. And what I mean by that is I didn't take the elevator until Friday. Which is technically two days before the end of Lent, but the first time I took the elevator, there was no other option. After I was forced to take the elevator on Friday, I figured Saturday was free game. Anyway, fake Lent went well, and I have given up my days of being a fake Catholic until next year.
I have been spending an exorbitant amount of time with my fake family lately. We eat dinner together every night, Monday through Thursday, at our fake dinner table. Luckily, the fake dinner table will again be the conference table and my fake family will become just co-workers on April 15th (April 14th if I'm lucky). Along this line of reasoning, I think my fake Dad is punishing me for some reason because he won't give me my fake allowance. Fake allowance isn't nearly as fun as a real allowance. You have to spend money, then submit it on an expense report in order to collect a fake allowance. Mine is currently three months late, and I think I might start some sort of a fake rebellion until I get the check.
I have a fake boyfriend. Actually, I have multiple fake boyfriends, but don't worry, they all know about each other. If you don't know what this means, you are obviously not single. Fake boyfriends are either boys you go on fake dates with but nothing else, or the reverse of that. Interpret as you will. I scheduled a fake date for April 17th with one of my fake boyfriends. He should be excited. It's gonna be fun. Should I be worried, that fake dating and fake boyfriends will turn into a fake husband? I'm not even sure what that would be. Hmmm...
I need something to ground me in reality. I always said that for my 30th birthday, I was going to get something fake. Luckily I didn't, or it would just be another thing to add to my fake life. But who knows, my life might be so grounded in reality by age 35 that I will need something fake just to keep things interesting.
