I am having the same love-hate relationship with the pizza situation. Except mine is for a different reason. I have become dumb. I know, I know, true pizza fans will tell you it never happens to them, and actually makes them MORE productive. I'm here to tell you, although that would rock, its some bullshit.
Last night, was a good example of how slow and absent minded pizza makes me. I call this the "Dry-Cleaning Fiasco"So Like every other day pretty much, I came home, had a snack, and obviously, ate some pizza. If you know me, you know that right now I am staying at my parents house, (still on the red line) since they are out of town for 2 weeks. So after my snack and pizza session, I figured I have probably missed a lot of the traffic and go to get my dry cleaning. Sadly, my entire night was planned around making sure I got my dry cleaning. I mean, really, I already told you the office environment I work in. Remember? Hot, well dressed, yada yada yada. So I go on Wisconsin Ave, a road I have driven since I turned 16 and cut over on Bradley to Connecticut. WHY do I go down wisc, cut over on Bradley and I guess I got all turned around (because of the pizza) and ended up going down Connecticut in the direction I came from. The real kicker and where the pizza took its true course, was that I do I not even realize it until Kensington. FUCK. Fucking Kensignton people. Kendsington. So I turn around and go back and pull into zips at 8:02. 8-oh-fucking two. Yea Um..It CLOSED at 8. Some girl is walking out and I literally BEG her to get my stuff. I was like, "pleasepleasepleaseplease PLEEEASE," she was like, were closed. So I left, dry cleaning-less. However, I did stop and get milk duds. I' m not even gonna lie....like total the girl I am, I almost cried out of frustration...Then I decided it was ridiculous to cry over dry cleaning. I mean really. "Waaaaa. I cant get my drrryyyyyyy cleeeaaannninnng..wa wa waaaaah!" So ridiculous right? Even I can see that. How do I know it was the pizza?
Well a few months back, I was seeking employment and I took a "break" in preparation for a test possibility. Amazing and wonderful things happened. I was a genius. I could remember where I put things, I could not lose track of "the point of my story," I could even think of the exact word I wanted. Why go back? If your a pizza fan, you know why and if your not, you probably hate this blog. However, I will tell you...I ate pizza while writing it...The first time...Then I accidentally deleted it and had to re-type the entire thing. FUUUUCK. Point made.

PS- I have an un-natural hate for the The use of "Cheers" as a signature. Its stupid, right? I mean its ok for Brits. They don't sound stupid, but people...Really. I'm going to start writing "L'Chayim, Rachel" when I sign things. What do you think of that....

Also- Tomorrow, August 2nd is my 6mth anniversary of quitting smoking cigarettes. Be so proud of me. Thanks.