Last night I had this ugly nightmare, I felt like I didn’t rested in the whole night. Right now I don’t remember what it was about but it sucked donkey’s ass. Of course my ex was in the nightmare, and he was cheating on me or something like that, it felt awful, one of the things I remember when I woke up in the morning is… I said to myself “no wonder why I feel so bad about it, because it affected me so much”.
And the worst thing is that actually we didn’t chatted at all. Cause it’s more like a one way thing, I say long phrases and he answers me with monosylables, I don’t even understand why he would bother to talk with me, I guess he needed something…
sorry about your dream…
Yes, Virginia, there is a Pizzaman.
He exists as certainly as love and generosity and
devotion exist, and you know that they abound and
give to our life its highest beauty and joy.
Alas! how dreary would be the world if there
were no Pizzaman. It would be as dreary as
if there were no Virginias. There would be no
childlike faith then, no pepperoni, no romance, to
make tolerable this existence. We should have no
enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal
light with which cheese fills the world,
would be extinguished.