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Pizza bad Let me begin by saying this: Ugh. If I never have pizza again....it'll be too soon. Oh god my stomach. What did I learn about pizza? Cheesy! As long as I have that settled then... Pizza isn't the best way to solve your problems in love, so I see. But it felt good at the time, and that's what I was going for. Who cares if my stomach feels extremely oogy and I gained like five pounds in one night? Not me, nope. I can lose it, and it was just one night. My official mope night. I'm not moping today cause I moped yesterday, that just doesn't make sense. I'm feeling better, actually. I knew that once the V-day season was over, and all the cheesy romanticism crap was out of my way, I'd be back to my chipper, cynical self. Yep yep. Well...I'll probly be back later... but word to the wise: No pizza. |
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