A guy at work made the comment that he really enjoyed working with me and what a nice guy I was despite how much shit my coworkers talk about me.
OK, The Mexican Omelette was pretty cool. We all loved it. I’m sure you’ve been making it like crazy and your family is hooked. Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet. And yes, I’m well aware the Ziploc Omelette looks like its got a mouth. See, it’s fun too!!
We have become a world of consumption. Marketing and advertising have become game changers. No longer do we buy what we need. We buy what we’re told.
The Mexican Omelette. Half burrito, half omelette. For those, like myself, who can’t make a decision to save their souls.
In a world such as today the hardest thing to be is ourselves. With social media and every asshole and their mother making comments and being critics.
The cashier who doesn’t acknowledge your existence. The bartender with the worst attitude. The nurse who could give a shit about your well being. Your government who steals and lies right to your face.
I don’t recall when or where I had my first Thai Tea. I do remember when I took a sip of that delicious weird orange looking goodness. Man, that shit was so good and so sweet. I was in heaven.