My fortune cookie fortune is gone.

I'm not amused.

I blame the cats.

"Time heals all wounds, keep your chin up," it read. I pulled it out of what we always joked were "Bwack's brother's fortune cookies" cause Jay used to work at the factory that made the plastic wrappers.

But it's gone.

It used to be taped to my computer, right below the built in mouse that doesn't work.

Five bucks says Radley nibbled at it until it fell loose and then ate the scraps. He does that with papers, receipts, bills. But, I don't know, it's just gone. I looked at my fingers yesterday doing their thing on the keyboard, and noticed it no longer resided alongside my wrists.

Maybe Radley ate it.

Maybe God knows I don't need it anymore. And maybe I don't. I'm so mature and wise and never let boys hurt me.

Maybe Radley ate it.