Burrito Block
I'm at a loss: I don't know what to write about today. Maybe I should have taken a cue from the old book of cliches and not say anything if i don't have anything to say (sans the bit about "nice").
But I do have this bit to say: I am CRAVING taco bell today like it's my job. seriously, i wish it were my job because then I could leave my real job and go fulfill my craving. I would even eat those nasty fiesta potatoes at this point. bethesda, maryland is probably the only suburb in the country that doesn't have a taco bell. cruel irony, no?
But what i really want is a bean burrito (maybe even two) and a crunchwrap. ahhhhhhhhhh.
What i am actually going to have for lunch: a boring salad. lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, onion, corn, dressing. yes, it doesn't sound as bad and boring as it is. but there's no cheese, beans, or tortilla in the equation so i feel sorry for myself. and because i feel sorry for myself about my boring lunch, i am writing this boring post. which will in turn bore you. and you'll take that boredom, let it weigh you down, and, in turn, bore someone else.
it's like that children's book about bad moods. mr. jones is in a bad mood so he doesn't kiss his wife, mrs. jones, goodbye when he leaves for work. so he puts her in a bad mood which causes her to yell at her son who then yells at his sister, who then yells at her friend, who then yells at her dog. BUT the dog, because animals are better than people, doesn't let her mood get him down and makes her laugh so she called up mean friend and apologizes (even though she hadn't done anything wrong) and they make up so sister makes up with son who makes up with mom who kisses mr. jones when he returns from work, and by that time he was in a good mood anyway.
moral of the story: it's always the man's fault. AND if they all knew they were going to Taco Bell for dinner that evening, they would never have let mr. jones' crabbiness get them down in the first place. that's not bribery. just a reason to be happy.
this is a weird post. i should delete it, but i don't like deleting things i write. i rather waste your time than mine.
But I do have this bit to say: I am CRAVING taco bell today like it's my job. seriously, i wish it were my job because then I could leave my real job and go fulfill my craving. I would even eat those nasty fiesta potatoes at this point. bethesda, maryland is probably the only suburb in the country that doesn't have a taco bell. cruel irony, no?
But what i really want is a bean burrito (maybe even two) and a crunchwrap. ahhhhhhhhhh.
What i am actually going to have for lunch: a boring salad. lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, onion, corn, dressing. yes, it doesn't sound as bad and boring as it is. but there's no cheese, beans, or tortilla in the equation so i feel sorry for myself. and because i feel sorry for myself about my boring lunch, i am writing this boring post. which will in turn bore you. and you'll take that boredom, let it weigh you down, and, in turn, bore someone else.
it's like that children's book about bad moods. mr. jones is in a bad mood so he doesn't kiss his wife, mrs. jones, goodbye when he leaves for work. so he puts her in a bad mood which causes her to yell at her son who then yells at his sister, who then yells at her friend, who then yells at her dog. BUT the dog, because animals are better than people, doesn't let her mood get him down and makes her laugh so she called up mean friend and apologizes (even though she hadn't done anything wrong) and they make up so sister makes up with son who makes up with mom who kisses mr. jones when he returns from work, and by that time he was in a good mood anyway.
moral of the story: it's always the man's fault. AND if they all knew they were going to Taco Bell for dinner that evening, they would never have let mr. jones' crabbiness get them down in the first place. that's not bribery. just a reason to be happy.
this is a weird post. i should delete it, but i don't like deleting things i write. i rather waste your time than mine.
posted by Elizabeth at 11:06 AM
8 Comments:
a very good post. i enjoy your writing and this post is extremely appropriate! did you read my post about the new menu item that should be made out of beans and fried dough? yum! some people think heaven is a bunch of clouds....i dont believe in heaven, but if i did, it would be a hot (not too hot) tub of beans....and you could eat and eat and eat....maybe there would be a long and thick straw so you can drink beans...hey! a bean drink? you wanna try and make it sometime?
i will find the name of that book.
a bean drink. well it sounds gross but i am sure it would be good!
so fried refried beans would be triple fried beans, right? sounds like heaven to me, clouds or no clouds. death or no death.
your words are poetry a mi corazon.
I think it's the woman's fault for being a bad cook. Whaddya think, men just go around kissing their wives cheeks all day?!? Men need to focus on difficult tasks like getting to work and finding a parking space at work. Women should learn to cook and sew buttons, and they should watch their stories on the television.
post is NOT boring.
work, that's another story.
i am eating real rice and beans today compliments of my puerto rican chica in the office and i hate to say it but it does put taco bell to shame.
tried the crunchwrap, i give it a B-. loved the vehicle, not impressed with the insides.
what, anne?!?!?! maybe you didn't have it at a good taco bell. you must try it again. did you get the beans instead of the meat?
anonymous: come now, show your face. name. whatever. i am missing my stories and wearing buttonless shirts and pants and not eating because i have to do the man's work in my household. so i've earned the right to be in a bad mood and blame men for all things not taco bell.
anne had a crunchwrap: true
anne had the new spicy crunchwrap: true
anne ate her crunchwrap with beans: false
BINGO!!!!!! i'd give the crunchwrap a C- if I had to eat it with meat.
ah-ha!
whipcreamy to the truth rescue.
you hold onto your B- minus, anne, until you try it with beans.
i am surprised that the spicy chicken wrap isn't better, though.
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