... you go home and order the pizza called "Mexican Weekend."
Suddenly, it is the One Thing you absolutely cannot live without.
The Mexican Weekend sounds better than tiramisu and chocolate-dipped gelato. It sounds better than the $146 J Brand ink-colored cigarette-leg jeans you ordered online earlier. It even sounds better than scouring antique fairs for Art Deco diamond rings -- and miraculously being able to afford said rings.
If you do not order the Mexican Weekend, you will surely waste away.
So you do it. You order. You open the box. You fill your plate with multiple slices. You maybe even drool a little.
Even though the truth is the Mexican Weekend is just a pizza covered in jalapeños.
Even though when you bring the leftovers to work the next day, you have to keep making trips to the water cooler because your mouth is on fire.
Even though.
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i'm a new reader, who just by clicking the search button for 'next blog' i landed on your site. i'm still reading your first few posts from 2006 but i'm loving it. your comments are refreshing, lively and upbeat. keep up the good work!
Thanks, Kimi! Hope you don't get sick of me! :)
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