I had pizza last night.

People who know me are usually aware of my eating habits. I became a “health
freak” about three and a half years ago and stopped eating processed foods.
That has sort of disintegrated into just abstaining from foods that come
from McDonalds. I usually don’t eat pizza or icecream unless I make it
myself, except for this summer when I threw my resolutions to the fry vat.
I’m back on my principled diet now, so it was quite odd for me to agree to
get a pizza last night. And then to actually eat it.

Not only did I eat pizza, I hate half of the large pizza we ordered. That’s
a lot of pizza for a 5’6″, 130 lb chick. I think, anyway.

The reason why I ate half of large pizza we were splitting three ways was
because no one else would touch my half. The reason for this is that my
condition for agreeing to ordering a pizza was that it have anchovies and
pineapple on it.

I dunno about the pepperoni side, but my half was great.

Jonah