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Current mood:  bored
Tacos....tons and tons of tacos. Surrounding me. Closing in for the kill. Oh how there sour cream taunts me. The lettuce, the meat, the crunchy shell, the cheese, the tomato...for this is truly a taco supreme. A taco supreme of death!!! Why oh why does the taco go on like this? Why must it punish me so? I've done nothing to these tacos. Why, why, why!!!???...for these are questions only the gods can answer now.
2:20 PM
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