Monday, January 16, 2012
Sometimes I wish I was someone who could do things unexpectedly fast.
Like, I'd call you guys to tell you I'd be home after getting papusas in the Mission, and then minutes later I'd walk in the front door and you all would gasp and say, "Katie, I thought you were getting papusas!" and I'd say, "Yes, I did" and you'd shake your heads with wonder and say, "Shit yo, you quick bitch" and I'd grin as I stuffed papusa and sauerkraut and salsa in my mouth with my fingers so slowly and feel so good about myself. And then I'd get to hang out with you guys because you'd be awake, and chipper, instead of sleepy and going to bed.