- Mood:
Depressed - Listening to: computer doesn't work
so here i am just sitting here...and i think to myself, why are you sad? and i say to myself, "my taco fell on the floor."
it hit the floor so hard that it splattered all over the floor and hit the walls too. at first i was shocked to see my taco laying there, but then i cried like there was no tomorrow. my poor taco, covered in germs and creepy crawlies, was gone.
it took some time to recover, but the mess is still there and my taco is now desposed of, but for some reason..i'm happy. the taco had a long life filled with happyness that can only be remembered as a taco remembers. goodbye taco, i will see you again.
the end.
ps i'm hungry for a taco now...