cook mackenzie.

     “ salsa ? yes. chunky salsa ? not so much. ”

     “ nah, ain’t got history with anybody in this town. i can just tell by his little caterpillar face that he’s no good. i don’t fuck around with troublemakers. ”

     “ there’s something about his face that just bugs me. ”

     “ well, i’m only just starting. i don’t know much about gardening, but i’ll get there eventually. maybe. ”

     “ yeah, well, beautiful people herd together. ”

     “ you know what else sounds fun ? stabbing myself with this fork. ”

     “ i’m actually really bad at grocery shopping. ”

     “ yeah, it’s called heartbreak. about two billion songs written about it. ”

     “ nobody trusts anybody, that’s the problem ! ”