burritos

Okay. So here's the situation.

Cute college girl sits at computer, hair in a ponytail, but wisps are falling everywhere. She's wearing sweatpants that have the name of the college embroidered on the hip, and she's wearing a college hoodie with the sleeves pushed up. She's trying really hard not to get sick, so she's got a water bottle sitting next to her that she frequently drinks from. This college girl is hungry. Really hungry. She assumed it was just a vague hunger, afterall, she only had one meal today. (Cereal for lunch.) However, the more she sat there the more her hunger sharpened with a definitive focus. She wants a burrito. And she wants one now. She's talking to her roommate about burritos and how, sure, maybe they're a phallic symbol, but they're so damn tasty, who cares? She wants one with rice and beans and beef and cheese and lettuce. A big one. That almost explodes when it gets bitten into. Her roommate's really sweet, and gave her a "cheese burrito" which is a lot of swiss cheese. It's almost burritoy. Almost. It lacks tortilla, lettuce, beef, rice, and other goodness.
DAMN YOU WORLD AND YOUR LACK OF BURRITOS.

I'm holding it against you.









Forever.