every 11:11 i encounter, i wish as hard as can be. don't you think im ready? don't you?

late last night, i ordered a happy meal and they only gave me nuggets. maybe i'm not meant to be happy. maybe that whole package, it's not for me. no. processed chicken is enough without the toy and fries. while others have it all, i'm rewarded with subsistence.

yum. life. i get to live. lucky me?