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date: 2009-09-16
time: 1:02 p.m.

My lunch break was really horrible today.
I left 10 minutes early because I was so hungry, and all this talk of Mexican independence day made me really really want some tacos. Anyways, I left early and my car wouldn’t start because my battery is lame and im an idiot that left the overhead light on. so I had to bug someone to jump me. since I had to leave the car running to get the battery all charged and my lunch break is only 30 minutes, I decided to take the work truck. I almost hit two stupid bicyclist that don’t know what the fuck single file means. One day I swear to god, I will end up in prison for killing some fuckhead on a bike. Are they really that dense? I mean, their little light weight bike competing with a big ball of steel and plastic going faster than them? Its not smart to be a dick on a bike and take up the entire goddamn road – especially when there is a hungry bitch who hasn’t had a cigarette and isn’t allowed to smoke in the company work truck behind the wheel. I will fuck kill you.
So I get my goddamn tacos…. Which went well. I start to drive back and some dipshit who wants my parking spot wont back up enough for me to back out and they sit there with their blinker on just starring at me like im supposed to some how magically disappear…. So I yell at them to move the fuck back and they do. I get back to work and go straight to my desk, and the little fat Mexican inside my stomach (I really believe there is a little fat Mexican man inside my stomach, because I will go shit crazy if I want Mexican food (especially homemade, not the crap you get in restaurants) and cant have it – I don’t know how else to really explain this other than this:

make sense?) starts to get all excited because hes finally going to have carnitas and there are 5 different hot sauces to choose from – but then my boss comes running into my office to tell me that shes thinking about taking Friday off and then proceeds to tell me the list of appointments she has that day. Me and the little fat Mexican inside me could care less and all we did care about were the delicious tacos that were going to get cold. Finally, in mid sentence, I just got up and walked out of the office and went and had a cigarette because I knew if I didn’t someone was going to die. I smoked half of it and came back and was finally able to eat the tacos. They weren’t totally hot, but they weren’t cold either, and actually they weren’t really the best tacos I have ever had and I really don’t know if the whole thing was worth it. maybe I should have gotten the pastor instead.