Of course I’m thinking about pizza. Last night Factor and I were watching SNL and it was, of course, a rerun. however, they had a skit where this family goes into sbarro and finds this prime spot — right in front of the door, - so of course the winter wind keeps blowing in and I giggled the whole time. But man, when Keenan came out with that fake ass pizza, all I wanted to do was run out to Due Amici here on the corner and get me a slice. Not sure what’s stopping me right now(guilt… my fat belly… my big ass, maybe), but that hankering is back and in full effect. I’m trying to think of what I have around the apartment that might mimic pizza.
Nothing.
