Burritos

 I've been feeling really uninspired lately, so I'll write about something I had in mind all day long: burritos.

I love burritos, I don't know why. Burritos are THE fucking best. Today I was in the bus, heading home, and I just kept on thinking about a long, thick burrito on the tip of my lips. Sometimes I can't take it. My mouth just gets all watery, and I get all anxious thinking about burritos to stick in my mouth. There are days where I sit around and just think about burritos. People think burritos are so easily accessible, but they're really not. Well, they are, but not all the time. What I love about burritos is not only the taste, but the variety. They come in all shapes and sizes. There are days where I feel like I can take on a big burrito, but then there are other days where the small ones do the trick. Sometimes I even feel like taking on two. What can I say, I'm a little adventurous like that! The best burrito I've ever had wasn't big or small, it was somewhere in the middle; the type of burrito that you know you'll enjoy and the thought of it just teases you. I hate waiting for it, but I know it's always satisfy me. When you finally get your hands on it, you can't wait to put it in your mouth, and have that sauce drip all over you. The sauce is the best though! Without it, that burrito would be nothing. I'm getting all wet thinking about it! The best part is after you're done, you just relax, and catch your breath because you know that burrito was the fucking best, and you're all exhausted but it was fucking worth it. I love burritos. Like that.