If you have been noticing the Goodbye Mailblog hasn't been getting updated too often recently and you assumed…"Derek must have crashed a small airplane in the dense foliage of the Amazon jungle and was eaten alive by some blood-thirsty savages but not before he single-handedly bludgeoned to death over half of the tribe with nothing more than a 13 inch black rubber cock." you wouldn't be the first person. However, you would be a complete moron and totally wrong with your assumption. The fact of the matter is that I have been busy moving from my old house to my even older house. Yeah, I know I mentioned that I was going to be moving into a house with three of my friends, but it turns out, that was a crock of shit. So now it is down to just two friends and the three of us had to move back to our parents' house because we couldn't find anything in time. Korn Dogg thought she was helping me pack when in fact all she was doing was puncturing the flaps of the delicious cardboard box.
It has been 6 years since I last lived here and I must say, things have changed in this city. Apparently the word "Corn" now means "Flour" and when you correct the gentleman on the other end of the El Pollo Loco Drive Thru speaker, "Corn" still means "Flour". And when you get to the window and ask if he heard you say "Corn Tortillas" he ignores you so that you have to wait until he hands you your bag of food to find out that he definitely wants you to have flour tortillas. And when you ask him for corn tortillas for the fourth time, he makes sure you didn't mean flour one last time before he actually hands you a yellow bag of corn tortillas. So sorry if the posts don't come as often, or at all. I'll be busy eating all of these goddamn flour tortillas.
