Tonight, I really wanted a Chipotle Burrito Bol.
I wanted one so bad, that twice I attempted to convince innocent friends that they, too, wanted to go to Chipotle. Which wouldn't seem so bad, except I wanted to go at 8 p.m. It was calling to me...
The little Betty Crocker noodle bowl seemed so typical, so blah. After being rejected by TreevHuggin' Hippie and Casanova, I convinced myself it would be ridiculous to put off the commute home for another thirty minutes just so I could stuff myself with delicious rice, sour cream and cheese...
Now that I'm home, stuffed full of four cheese macaroni, I am glad I packed my meal... and ate it!
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