Cornroast 2010 win.
1.5 hours of hot yoga undone by 1 chicken quesadilla.
This has got to be the worst kind of drunk. Ever. I had like one tall boy and then jumped on a slackline and now everything sucks.
I know what I’m doing tonight.
When Harry met Sally
In my motherfucking house.
So much excitement!
The best thing ever is leftover quesadila. There is nothing like it. Like wine and cheese it really only gets better with age.
If I can’t get a quesadila then bacon & eggs with a big cup of orange juice always makes me happy.
Goddamn worst irony ever.
and I am already making presents.