Mary loves burritos. Would roll around in them all day if she could.
Cortney is pretty laid back. She's willing to go anywhere, really.
Sunday, September 13, the quest for the best burrito on Clark begins. How will said burritos be evaluated? By completely subjective and ever evolving criteria, that's how.
Mary eats meat. Cortney does not. Cortney has gastritis and takes antacids. Mary could eat and digest a Mack truck, given enough time and the right silverware.
This blog will probably have other random crap in it, too. We're both MFA-ed writers, so it's habit at this point to wax poetic about things like dead birds and rugburn.
On a side note, I had a burrito on Clark today. It was a bland diner burrito. I can't remember the name of the place, though. Good thing we haven't officially started. I would fail. (Or Mary would kill me in a neurotic fit.)
Love,
Cortney
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