you’ve failed me, internet


If you could just remember to be online via some sort of instant messaging program when I get home from parties, that’d be great. I can send you a schedule if you’re confused at all. I just usually have a lot of things to talk about at 3:20 in the morning after a long night of celebrating something about Mexicans and fighting the French.

Gracias, taco rancheros. Conquistador!

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