To celebrate my return to Ithaca, I went to Taco Bell last night*. There are two people who tend to work the drive-through. One of them is a super hot girl with piercings and dyed hair. She flirts with me and it’s fantastic. The other person is a fat unpleasant blond boy who always forgets to give me the sauces I ask for.
So every time I go to Taco Bell, I have to play this terrible game of erection roulette.
Last night I lost. Luckily, I had Taco Bell to comfort me.**
*Taco Bell is the place I go when I’m celebrating or when I’m sad or when I’m tired or when I need an excuse to hate myself.
**See?
