There's some expression that says something to the effect of: even bad pizza is kind of good.
Well, here's the thing. So, I'm considering not drinking anymore because it's just not beneficial to my mental or physical health. But that's beside the point, sort of. I went out last night and had some drinks with John and apparently had too much because I've been hungover all day on top of having a slight cold. I laid in bed until 3:36 today. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes staring at the ceiling, sometimes staring at the glass of water on my nightstand, wishing it would refill itself somehow magically.
That is sort of beside the point, too.
Eventually I mustered up the energy to go to the convenient store in my building in order to buy something to eat. I wanted to get a pizza since it's just the easiest option. Well, all of the pizzas they offered were WEIRDO pizza. Not a single one was a recognizable brand name. EXCEPT Mystic Pizza. Yes, like the movie. Frozen Mystic Pizza. Weird. I've never seen the movie so the pizza didn't impress me on a first name basis. Also, the pizza pictured on the box looked mildly disgusting and pathetic, so I passed it up real quick.
The other frozen pizza was called Romano's. Yes, there were only 2 options. Mystic or Romano's. Whatever. No box for Romano's, just clear saran wrap, realllll ghetto-like. But at least it allowed me to see the pizza in order for me to make snap judgements more easily. There was no ego with this pizza, unlike the Mystic. Just from looks alone of the Romano's pizza itself, I knew it was going to suck. The cheese was very sparsely placed, the pepperonis looked all raggedy, and the crust looked extra stupid. Just one, big, stupid-looking pizza.
So I purchased it. And it sucked. It sucked bad.
But what was weird though, out of the eight slices, I managed to eat 6.
Without blinking.
