our love affair began when i was a wee child. actually, i have no idea when i first ate you, but for as long as i can remember, i've been stuffing you down my face.
there's nothing like those oh so sexy college pictures where i hadn't turned into a real women yet, so i still had those super fat cheeks and a big old face- with a nacho bell grande sitting on my lap and a taco supreme in my hand.
who doesn't want a piece o' that?
i eat you constantly... so much so that my kid probably thinks you're his father. he'd go visit you everyday if i let him. (note- i don't let him.) we're a family that freaking loves the hell out of you. you're the only fast food i eat. and you sound appealing far more often that i ever want to admit (that means all.the.time.). i love you at ridiculous levels.
so i don't understand why you want to hurt me?
what did i ever do to you? i support you and love you and tell people about you and would be in a freaking commercial declaring my adoration for you if you asked me too. i'd eat taco bell everyday for a year if you wanted me too. (that's a lie)
WHY DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME SAD?
do i deserve stale chips everytime i visit you?
do i not deserve full cups of nacho cheese for my nachos?
(i mean really, what the hell is up with the half full cups of nacho cheese? clearly, 1 cup isn't enough to eat my nacho's with, which is why i buy 2 in the first place. BUT NOT BECAUSE I WANT TWO OF THEM TO REALLY EQUAL ONE. WTF BELL???)
i don't understand why you treat me so poorly. i pay you for pete's sake. you're like a really bad prostitute.
but i keep coming back.
but really, that's because you're the only taco bell in town. trust me, if there was another, i'd go. but there isn't. so you leave me no choice. it's either stale chips and never enough nacho cheese, or NO taco bell. and no taco bell is completely unfathomable to me.
so i guess you win.
i wish i could quit you. but i am totally not that strong.