Pizza Party?

There are numerous reasons why I don't post here enough. One being that I have enough occupying my time, between a full-time job and (now) four improv teams. The other excuse is that I'm insanely lazy and when I get home, I usually have to go out and be social or sit around and watch really bad television (I watched a RERUN of "WIFE SWAP" last night on LIFETIME). The biggest reason I don't post here enough, though, is because most of what I want to write about has no place on this blog, either because it's too personal and I don't want you to know it, or it's too personal and you'll be bored by it. So, in an effort to solve both of those problems and generate actual content for this here thing, I'm going to post about my two biggest braintime-wasters using a cryptic and shoddy pizza metaphor.

I've been sick at my stomach some lately because of this pizza I eat way too often. It's not like I don't like pizza, don't get me wrong. I eat it all the time because I love it. I mean, in some ways I was born to eat pizza and have been doing so daily well before I started, um, well, eating pizza all the time. But here's the thing: this pizza takes a long time to cook. Seriously, it's intense. The dough is hard to manage, I keep losing the sauce and the pepperonis are really...really...expensive. Not to mention the restaurant keeps getting inspected (twice so far!) and the cost to keep the restaurant open is pretty high. But I mean, worth it because, hey, I love pizza. But goshdarnit if the meal wasn't book-ended not only by the long preparation but a good deal of time afterwards spent in the ol' bathroom. Anything I might get out of that pizza is totally lost by the time I claw my way out of the stall. And you know what? I kinda miss burritos. I really do now that all these anchovies and weird vegetable-esque things have been landing on my pizza. Seriously, didn't ask for those, 'kay?

And the other...

How long do you have to keep a pizza in the oven before you can actually enjoy it?