imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

carta blanca?

i keep thinking either tabula rosa or magna carta, neither one really fits this particular thing. or does it? it’d be great if, while sitting around signing the magna carta, everybody was drinking. or drunking, even better.

i am making quesadillas. i just keep thinking of that scene in “napoleon dynamite” with his g-ma.  after that, i’m a little lost. i know there is cheese involved. which i insist on calling “chuz.”

great.

the tricky part about quesadillas is when you put on the chuz and get it to melt. hot. that’s what you need. some hot. ness. the hot-ness-monster.

also: kettle-korn (-corn?): discuss.