Pizza does things to me. It can turn me on faster than an URST-filled scene between Twilight’s Bella Swan and Edward Cullen (yes, I went there). I just want to buy pizza a hotel room, nestle in for the night and really show it a good time.
Yew!
So, you can only imagine my delight when the lovely Melissa from Fooderati (fooderati.blogsopt.com) told me I had won an Uppercrust pizza from Crust. I dragged JT there on Saturday night, salivating at the thought of melted cheese, delicious meats and seafood and melted cheese. Oh. Wait. Covered that.
Ordered the Sausage Duo (hello, freebie!), then indulged in a Seafood Pizza – hey, a girl’s gotta eat, right? Well, oh my freakin’ lordy loo – it was summin’ else. I scoffed those bad boys faster than Chris Brown sprints from a crime scene (mo fo).
In true Fat Fighter Slowly Falling Off The Wagon style, I went a little bit crazy. I ended up with my tight skirt unzipped around my thighs, rubbing my tummy in pain, comatose on the couch. Brilliant!
Crust, I blame you. If your pizzas weren’t so effing delicious, I wouldn’t have gone so OTT on them. Oh, who am I kidding? Eating pizza is like catching up with an old friend – you go way too hard, way too quickly from all the excitement, then end up passed out somewhere half-naked in pain. No? Just me?
Thanks for the pizza Mel and Crust – loved it, and can’t wait to hit it up again and try the heart-approved pizzas.
PS: Pizza Hut all-you-can-eat buffet, anyone? Oh no … I’m unravelling …
You’ve Got (Hate) Mail
Ahhh, it’s been at least a year since my last hate mail … but the time has come again – brilliant! I love these whackadoo people who love to scoot around the www leaving a trail of steaming poo-tastic comments behind them. They’re like the same freakazoids who ask questions in Yahoo Answers like “What’s Zac Efron’s email address? Please tell me – I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
If that’s not bad enough, I can’t seem to log onto a damn website these days without seeing my boofy head spouting ridiculous out-of-content words either. Sigh.
Oh well … my free Fat Fighters cereal from the meeting today made it all worthwhile. I lost 100 grams, probably didn’t pee as hard as last week.
5 Comments
Filed under New-school Fat Fighters
Tagged as blog, comments, hate, mail, weightwatchers