Whateversexual_llama's guitar is named Tostada. Now I want Tostadas. Or atleast a trip to Taco Bell. Just because I CAN make myself perfectly good hispanic food, doesn't mean that I actually WANT to. My poor Abuela would cry over that. She spent I don't know how many hours in the kitchen teaching my cousins and I how to cook. And now, we only make minudo every other summer. When we all get together. Okay. Now, not only am I hungry, I miss my family. Thanks. Haha, just kidding. [BTW: Today, I'm okay.]