You need to feel sorry for me…like right now – please!
I need all of the “there, there!”, the pats on the back…the warm soup, and blanket – ALL OF THAT STUFF! Because to put it plainly I have just been shook to the very core. In fact my whole world may NEVER be the same…
Let me just preface by saying I think of myself as a nice enough person – I once helped a blind person across the road, and for years upon years, I used to visit this little old lady, and help her out wherever I could. Okay fine, she was my Grandma – and I only ever helped her finish off the chocolate biscuits – BUT STILL! It doesn’t mean I deserve this grave injustice, it doesn’t mean that my entire world should be swept away from my feet…to reveal a secret hatch into the fiery depths of an unimaginable form of hell! Does it?!
Well let me tell you this my fine fellows, you can’t trust ANYONE but yourself. You really can’t. I used to have someone that I thought I could trust…someone who was always there for me, someone who I could call up night, or day…someone who would drop everything to visit me, and knew all of the ways to make me smile. But no longer…
It was a Wednesday, a hump day as it is known – and what better way to power over said hump than dialing up and getting yourself a hot cheesy pizza? After all you’ve earned it! I’m not sure why exactly, but there’s no point quibbling over these unimportant specifics!
So yeah, you call up your favourite place – and order a large one – because any other size simply does not compute…and then it arrives, and the excitement is real. So you rush around in a frantic mad bunny dash, to set up the perfect situation in which to fully enjoy the experience…aware that with every passing moment it gets colder, and colder, and colder…and in turn the amount of make-shift love it will provide will decrease along with it…
Okay, I’ll stop being facetious…or hyperbolic (depending on your position on pizza, I suppose!) and just cut to the chase.
It took me a few slices to realise this – because clearly I eat like a rampant buffalo man – but the cheese on the pizza tasted like literal vomit. And not even good, fresh…like baby milky vomit – no, I’m talking like wretched all you can eat buffet kinda vomit. And stupidly I had asked for them to load up on cheese…or to quote myself, “whatever you think is a lot of cheese, then some more!” Because you know, you can’t trust people to have the same appreciation of cheese. Some people are weird, you know?
So it’s fully my fault I suppose, I could have just had a garnishing of sick on my pizza, but instead I have it besmirching the whole thing with a simply filthy taste. It was like…God, what was it like? …hmmm…imagine milk that has gone bad, and then you leave it in the sun some more – and piss in it for some unknown reason…well yeah, that is what they did, and then it was going right in my mouth.
Horrible person I am, I still ate the majority of it. Left two slices, which has never happened in recorded history. I am actually totally turned off from pizza now, I feel like I have lost a life-long friend, I feel like a bit of me is gone forever…I don’t know what to do, who to turn to. Who will fill this pizza shaped void?
Well, still trying to stay positive. I have a date with fried chicken, very soon – wish me luck!