Angel Food Smoothie | The Fauxmartha

In high school I worked at Smoothie King. I also worked at Hallmark, which when asked where I worked, was always confused with Walmart. But that’s a story for another day. I’d drive to work early in the morning, in my ’98 dark green boxy Jetta, windows down, singing to Pink at the top of my lungs. Singing lyrics that were far too raw for my fairly happy upbringing, minus the typical high school breakups, that left me moodier than PMS, and my mom’s, thankfully, short stint with breast cancer. I lived in a self-constructed utopian bubble. It was pretty, false, yet oh so happy.  Read more