I don't really have much more to say besides the fact that I just ate a whole fucking pizza by myself. I came home to find the dog waiting patiently (patiently is a figurative word in this case). After letting the dog out I pulled that Freschetta frozen pizza out of the freezer and started pre-heating the oven. When the oven beeped I stuck that pizza in that hot oven like a teenage boy on prom night. I couldn't move faster to get my pepperoni pizza. I sat impatiently watching The West Wing. Soon enough the crust was a golden brown, the cheese was melted, and the pepperoni was that perfect greasiness that we all love and crave in our pepperoni. After that there was nothing I could do but make sure no one else had the pleasure of this fine example of a pizza. So I did the only thing a man can do in this situation; I ate the whole fucking thing.
Here's the thing about this whole situation... I'm still a bit hungry. I do have another pizza in the freezer so I may have to write a post tomorrow about how I ate two whole pizzas tonight.
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