June 19, 2011

the mayan is the devil, himself. he is self aware, and makes me cry. on purpose.

mexican food and i are acquaintances. that is all. we are not friends, nor will we ever be. when we are forced to see each other at a mutual spot, we smile politely, and continue onward. no catching up is necessary; we both feel the same way.

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