it's 11:30 at night and the only way to describe this feeling is like a mix between being heart sick, and so hungry the stomach acid is torturing the back of your throat. this is completely ridiculous, and if i thought there were someone close enough to bother with this problem i would.
i just need someone to either go pick up some filiberto's or something of the like, OR come sit here. that's it just sit here in a dark quiet house so that i may go on a quest for this need. (it's against the law to leave a child in bed at home alone while you go off and hunt down the nearest greasiest mexican food possible- oh ya and they really do frown as well on literally killing for this also. good thing this isn't an afterschool special)
my order in case the God of Mexican Food Delivery is reading: quesadilla, burrito (grilled chicken and cheese), beans, shredded beef tacos, chips and salsa, beans and an enchilada
(no onion, garnish or gross sour cream) oh and taquitos if that's not too much.
it hurts sooooo bad. the baby needs it.
holes are being burned into my stomach as i type.
I feel j lo explains my situation best - click here