Pizza

I love pizza, like…seriously love it. It just might be one of the only things that I can say that I truely love. Some might think that's kind of sad, but I think that I would beg to differ, I'm grateful that I at least have something that I can say I love. Love and pizza, two words that go so well together, almost as good as bikes and beer. Pizza definitely fits the bill of love; when I have it I am almost garunteed to have a smile on my face, as a good friend of mine once told me, even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. If I go to long without having a sufficient slice stuffed down my throat, my heart starts to hurt and my soul yearns for it, I can hear deep down in the bellows of my stomach a cry for that soft dough topped with sauce and cheese topped with peperonis, sausage, olives, pepperonis or whatever it is that I prefer that day. Now if only I were able to find a female companion that I could say I feel the same way about, ha, we'll see if that ever happens!