the bf just got a job at a fancy pizza place. fancy in that all of their pizza is roasted in a wood oven that i think has traveled the world and even italians were crazy about veraci’s pizza. after he got the job we went there to test it out, i got one slice and devoured it in probably less than two minutes just making mmmm noises. it may be the best pizza i’ve had, ever.
it gets better too because he gets to bring home a whole pie every single shift he works. and while he’s there he can eat an unlimited amount of pizza. and his employers have a membership to the zoo that employees can check out so we’re going to the zoo for free on tuesday and until then i’ll just be eating pizza until my head explodes.
i am a kept woman, but i’m kept in some of the best ways. and i’m most certainly okay with it.
