I drove the boyfriend to work this morning (poor guy) so that I could have the car for the day to do some house hunting. We stopped at del Taco with the intention of breakfast burrito-ing. On the menu I saw the most glorious thing: a burrito the size of my head. A greasy, cheesy, sour-creamy ball of goodness that I HAD TO HAVE IMMEDIATLY. I fully endorse the Macho Combo Burrito. It really is macho, as the name implys. It came wrapped in silver foil, and to be honest, it totally looked like a homemade bomb. Burrito bomb. Not that I know what a homemade bomb LOOKS like, persay…I can’t stress that enough, with this being the internets and all. Me=never seen a bomb in real life. Ok? Ever. Never ever. But this burrito,wrapped in its shiny silver foil looked like what I presume a bomb would look like. I WILL DESTROY YOUR WORLD WITH MY MASSIVE BURRITO. Anyway. Moving on. 
Today I went house hunting in the Hollywood Hills and was brutally reminded of just how broke that I actually am. Not because I couldn’t afford the place that I was viewing (because I would never view it unless I could actually physically pay for it), but rather because the houses surrounding the one that I was viewing are mansions. This little house was adorable, though, with an absolutely beautiful back yard, ideal for our two puppies. It has a lemon tree, ok? A GODDAMN LEMON TREE.
After falling in love with the property, I did some driving through the neighborhood. I got lost somewhere in the hills listening to what I can only describe as old school Spanish Christian rock. It was the only station that I could find, ok? But then I plugged in the iPod, turned the volume way up, and listened to some Snow Patrol, and I was happy. Really, ridiculously, happy. It was a fantastic afternoon.
Tags: del Taco, Hollywood Hills, house hunting, Macho Combo burrito, old school Spanish Christian rock, Snow Patrol
