Thursday, January 12, 2012

From a random page of my private journal:

11:41pm. Went out for mexican food. Slow waiter. Guys at the table next to us couldn't get a grip on Mexican food "it's all like onions and peppers and tortillas. They want us to starve." Then they noticed that there were burgers on the menu and cheered right up.
-8/31/09
 
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