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Ok, so for anyone who was following twitter last night...shit got real. I've been having some crises, and was pretty stressed, so I determined to make myself feel better by cleaning my kitchen and then making fucking awesome tacos. Mission accomplished: the kitchen is mostly clean, I made tea and koolaid so I won't turn into a dehydrated jazzy boullion powder, and tacos...oh my god tacos. I believe I declared that "i am going to do freak nasty things to whomever invented tacos." That was /before/ I started drinking. So here is the recipe for tacos that will make you avow perversion upon people who probably don't exist. Sounds really simple, but I cannot stress enough, these tacos are pretty much the dominant species on this planet.

About six boneless skinless chicken breast strips
A lot of chili powder, cumin, pepper, minced garlic, dried cilantro, and onion powder
lime juice
a little bit of cheap beer (optional)
one avocado
one large tomato (the oblong kind?)
fresh cilantro
sour cream
ranch dressing
sprinkly cheese and other taco fixins to taste

Thaw and cut up the chicken, into itty bitty bits, because higher surface area=more flavour absorption (this is science). Sprinkle liberally with all dry spice ingredients, add to oiled skillet or any pot really. sautee a bit, add lime juice and beer, continue cooking until liquid is boiled off/absorbed and meat is appropriately cooked.

Peel and dice avocado into something sturdy, then mash it. Add shredded fresh cilantro, lime juice, sour cream and ranch, mix well, then dice in tomatoes.

Add meat and sauce and cheese to soft tortillas. Devour ravenously!

After I finished my tacos, I decided to drink and Skype with amare_est_esse because IT'S HER BIRTHDAY! (Yes, nar_kiranka this means I have microphone again. :P) Somehow I became convinced that my keyboard desperately needed cleaning, so I took it upon myself to do so, while becoming increasingly drunk (for you Donaldson fans, I was drinking, among other things, a mixture of peach soda, lime juice, soda water, and gin, for that realistic aliantha taste). This didn't end well, but it ended hilariously. I somehow only washed one key down the drain, though at the time it seemed like a lot more and I was a little panicked, and it turned out to be that useless one with like a pic of a piece of paper on it? next to the windows key? Idek. But yeah, keyboard wasn't working so hot after that, so I managed to find my old one...and promptly removed the enter key to try and clean it. I know, I know. The enter key is still missing, I'm having to use the numpad. I DID manage to put the keys back on the first keyboard without looking at the picture of a keyboard amare_est_esse googled for me, except the bullshit like scroll lock and pause/break, wtf is that even. I tweeted with the keys I had and didn't sweat the vowels, just as my honourable ancestors would have. I painstakingly learned the difference between 7, L, and 1. Then I spent seemingly the rest of the night making people look at Gary Busey.

Good times, good times.