A ❤ LETTER TO MY NEIGHBY
(Written today, in two minutes, in an excruciatingly boring lecture.)
I want a burrito.
I want a salad with bacon on it.
I want a hot dog with cream cheese and everything bagel seeds.
I want red curry with chicken.
I want an egg cream.
I want a sandwich that tastes like phở.
I want to watch 30 plays in 60 minutes. 28, even.
I want a drink with ginger in it.
I want two slices of pizza for two dollars.
I want fancy ramen.
I want lots of things made from lots of parts of a pig.
I want your love, and I want your revenge.
I want a burger and a local beer.
I want a person wearing sunglasses, tight jeans, and a goofy hat to serve me a cappuccino.
I want to be yelled at and run over.
I want various “vegan” and “gluten-free” things.
I want so many sandwiches.
I want half of a chicken with spinach mashed potatoes.
I want eggs benedict, 42 different ways, and orange juice.
I want Jarritos.
I want Paneer Tikka Masala.
I want a pizza and a bottle of wine.
I would like a burrito with goat meat, and put the red and green hot sauces on top, with cheese, so that the whole thing resembles the mexican flag.
