Mexican, Mexi-can't

I dreamt I was in Mexico again, but it wasn't quite right!

I hate those dreams. They bug me. I'm like, "Yooo universe, I have enough money for a plane ticket to Mexico. AND a passport. So, quit hating on me."

Yeah, but the universe doesn't care. However, the universe always delivers right on time, and always the best packages. Better than Amazon, even.

So, in the meantime, I'll keep looking at flight plans but staying right here.

Just for now though. Just for now.

don't hate on me for missing this face, aight?