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pizza delivery

I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting pizza later, for the GAME!” Like a seven year old child. Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They’re all “on board,” everyone’s submitted their order and venmo’d their money to Sunny who will actually place the order for delivery at 5:30 pm. But I’m excited. I LOVE pizza (and American, NFL football) and I love being childish. My roommates, like my brother, sister and parents before them, know this and love my manic, overactive way of excising tedium. Besides, I won’t do this more than once or twice - ok, maybe three times today before the pizza comes. Since you’ve read this far - allow me to opine, for a moment, about “self restraint.” Have you read about how they’re using familial DNA to solve old cold-case murders? I think they should use familial DNA to track down whomever it was that invented self restraint. It was probably some old Protestant. I mean, Catholics only have sin - it’s yes or no - binary. So without researching it (at all), I think we’re dealing with someone born after the protestant reformation of 1555 - but I’m flexible. Anyway, they should track that person down, dig them up, beat them with a stick, and then rebury them, in unhallowed ground. I hate self restraint. It’s so.. restraining. #restraintsux *I said my roomies “love” my mania but truthfully, I’ve done no hard research

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Date: 1/23/2022 10:59:00 AM
Hard research comes after you graduate! Aloha!
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