April 05, 2014
One time, I was texting my friend. I went to type "invisble", and my phone autocorrected to Cilantro. I was stunned and nervous. My palms started sweating. Cilantro? I felt as though the herb was bleeding into my life. I quickly went to my cabinet and rid myself of the devil food. Cilantro kept repeating itself in my brain. Cilantro. Cilantro. My heart raced as I threw the contents into the wind, the satanic spice drifting into the air. I still feel it's presence in my home, the wary feeling of being monitered by it's spicy stare. I will forever hate Cilantro with a burning passion and I also hold rituals every alternating tuesday to make sure I am rid of the monstrosity forever.