CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
You've slept for two and a half hours after those morons on Twitter failed to cure your insomnia. Episode 4 of your Instagram Live "show" is going out in a few hours. You've remembered to delete all the posts you made about how awful your ex is, but you still have time to kill.
If you REHEARSE YOUR SHOW AND TRY TO RELAX, turn to page 18.
If you START HAVING BEEF WITH STRANGERS ON TWITTER, turn to page 27.
Or put on your too big sports bra and girdle and straddle a sideboard? Go back 10 pages.
Page 18 - You do a good job, further bookings fly in, you make a fortune, get made a Dame and live in perpetual affluence with a handsome princess at your side, happily ever after.
Page 27 - You meet people bigger, tougher, smarter and more knowledgeable than you who expose you as a pretender. Go back 19 pages.
Page 8 - You attract the attention of creepy men on Twitter, start complaining about harassment and in response, become a ten minute anti sexual harassment expert who posts further underwear and sideboard shots so you have a job in complaining about harassment. You are, metaphysically and speaking, Dead.
If you PLAY TATTLE CLUEDO, turn to page 33
Page 33 - you are exposed as the person who is posting the dodgy information about you in an attempt to get damages. You are, metaphysically speaking, Dead.
Try to play the book again.
Page 41 - you attempt to make Black Lives matter by posing as the beneficent white girl bringing all those happy, smiling PoC under your angelic bingo wings
edited badly on the selfie app. Go to Page 8, collecting your ex's underwear and your emergency sideboard as you go.
Try to play the book again.
Page 73 - You bring in your secret weapon of an adoptive brother. You get called out for it. You are, metaphysically speaking, Dead.
Try to play the book again.
Page 24 - You film an arty video about mayonnaise skin and centre yourself. You get called out for it. you are, metaphysically speaking, Dead.
And again.
And again.