I’m on the bus, rushing home to make pizza for Irish Two coming over for our House of Cards marathon.
Last year at this time I was in a taxi, rushing home to make pizza for my ex. I was in a taxi because I’d bought him a case of wine he loved that I had tracked down online. With great difficulty. And at great expense.
While I made the pizza he drank 3/4 of the bottle of champagne he’d bought me. I gave him a short story I had written him about robots and love. Hard to explain, but it did make sense and was extremely romantical and well-written. He gave me a My Little Pony.
This year I have no expectations. I enjoy Irish Two’s company. I want to eat pizza. House of Cards is awesome. That’s all there is to it.
And, right now, that’s all I need.
Pizza of Doom 
Have a lovely evening xx
Have an absolutely awesome night! I’m loving this little blossoming thing you guys are having. He definitely seems like he needs to be taught to “ride a bike” again. It’s been a while since he’s been in a relationship. That’s how The Drummer is. He hasn’t been in a real relationship in years, and here I am barely a year out of a serious one. We gotta teach these boys!
You’ll always have pizza. And at least now you can eat it without crying.