Friday, June 18, 2004

No, I'm not ... ready ... to die just yet
taco time is a weird place. it's like the least mexican mexican-food restaurant there is. seriously ... they put ranch dressing in the sour cream. I know i've ranted about this before, but still, it's baffling. And there really is nothing more white than putting ranch dressing on EVERYTHING. so yeah. somewhere mexicans are shaking their heads disapprovingly.

anyway, i was just at taco time. there's this one white guy that works at this particular taco time and he is certainly chipper. like he just at a handful of muscle relaxants and extacy or something. I heard him answering the drive through. it was like a commercial, "HI! Welcome to Taco Time! How may I help you!" (pay close attention to those exclamation points there chief, they're important).

At the other taco time I sometimes find myself in all the employees are like weird burnouts or something. they look like dudes who are barely staying out of prison or something. then there's this weird raver kid who i assume has done so many drugs in such a short time that it's made him think he's some variety of robot. at least thats the only explanation i've come to for why he beeps and scuffles across the floor like he's on wheels. no really, i'm serious. the dude probably has one of those special, super tall toilets.

i was going to say something super amazing just now and i forgot it. it's funny that i typed that. and that too. yeah, and that. this could go on for days.

Now, if you don't mind, i've got whiskey to drink.