My obsession with Chipotle is not normal.
Let me break it down for you:
- I currently live in the lovely state of Vermont. However fabulous, this state does NOT contain a Chipotle.
- Due to this void in my heart, I have taken it upon myself to create a long-distance relationship of sorts to keep that spark alive.
- My efforts include, but are not limited to: driving long distances and across state lines to fulfill my burrito
cravingsNEEDS (this once resulted in FREE food after sharing our journey with the management — BALLIN’), while visiting my roots (Boston) buying Chipotle and storing it in a hot/cold bag for safe keeping during the drive back to good old VT, restraining myself from trying all those copycat recipes so that I can preserve my cravings until my lips hit the REAL thing and countless tweets/check-ins/twitpics/begging/crying with @chipotletweets, including:
So we’re valentines. So what? Don’t be jealous.
I told you my obsession isn’t normal.