May 27, 2006
Last year, I was a member of a leadership organization on campus at the college I attend. Now, the meetings that I had to attend for said organizations were, to say the least, hellishly and intolerably painful. One night, I had great hope for a meeting because I was promised home-made salsa and chips. As I dipped my first chip into the tempting bowl of what I hoped to be salsa-riffic goodness, I was in utter dismay once the chip reached my mouth. My guess is that the person simply put a bunch of liquified cliantro into a pot, threw in some red food coloring and a tomato and called it good. Needless to say, I was devestated by this unfortunate turn of events, and am glad to have found a community with which I can share my heartbreak and tragedy. Thank you.