as a child i was given a gift. a tortilla baked with cheese. cut up like a pizza and eaten as is. some will eat this wonderful dish with hot sauce or salsa. others, kids dont like to fuck it up. What better thing for you then a tortilla with cheese, and this dish didn't have any tomatos or hot things or any thing green. It was the best.
I was talking to friends the other day and i found out that this dish is only made in the south west. I cant get this dish here in Philadelphia. I don't know what to do.
So much in the east is new to me.
The way people act what they eat and how they dress.
i found out that young gay men don't think that they should walk each other home or open the door for each other. they see this as some this for a man to do for a woman. not some thing that you do to should some one that you care. that you want to get to know each other.
How can it be that young gay men cant see that this has nothing to do with what a man does for a woman, fuck that the way to think that its what you do for some one you love and care about.
I want some one that i want to walk home to make sure they are safe. And i have a right to a man that gets the door for me.
and I want my cheese crisp back.
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