kenkantor: The sign says Taco Wednesday. I'll wait.
kenkantor: How am I supposed to curb my appetites?
kenkantor: Still waiting here for you to come back.
kenkantor: Soon enough, blame began shifting towards me.
kenkantor: I don't know why I love you like I do.
kenkantor: They were suckers for contrived expressionism.
kenkantor: No longer Kansas.