adventures in reflective surfaces
here is a picture of me in theafterlife. i forget how i died. that is notimportant. the important thing is that i realize thatonce, dead i will not be eating any more burritos. this, although upsetting, is not earth shattering orcompletely devestating. instead i must surroundmyself with burritos for my spirit guides and guardianangels to eat. oh, how they taunt me. this must behell. i suppose i can console myself with the factthat i at least get to be near burritos.