There is pizza. Pizza is good. There is joy in Mudville tonight.
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I also had pizza. I didn't make it myself, so I had to walk a half a block to pick it up.
You are probably not having potassium-fortified pizza like I am. I feel this is a mistake. All pizza should be my pizza.
I'm out of control. Help me.
just eat your pizza, andi, you'll be fine
I have eaten my pizza. I sprinkled potassium chloride on it. Hello, salty goodness.
I'm ok. Really.
mmm .. pizza.
actually, i do not want pizza. but I am full fo gin and wine so everything ( and may I repeat (EVERYTHING) sounds wonderful.
and Gershwin!girl is adorable
Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
mmmm salty fun
I really think the mousy should leave on his on four scritchy little feet.
It's a hundred year old building that I live in. And they are doing construction. And the cold just hit. A mouse is no shock. (Other than the jumping and screaming)
Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
Heh. Which is worse? Living within a block of really good pizza, or a cupcake bakery?
I think the pizza is worse, as it's open very late.