Not my best evening
Oct. 17th, 2008 08:53 pmMy roommate got home after me today, which is weird because I was almost two hours late. We had pizza the other night and like good little 20-somethings, bought extra so we could have breakfasts and lunches. I had two (note: two) pieces of mine (fungi) left over and I intended to eat it for supper tonight, but, since I went out with a friend, I wasn't terribly hungry and was going to wait until later. Well, was being the operative word.
Him: Can I have that piece of your pizza in there?
Me: What do you mean piece? There should be pieces.
Him: ...
Me: *exasperated* Did you eat one?
Him: I was hungry!
Me: You had four pieces left!
Him: ...those were tasty, too.
Me: Oh, for...just eat it.
In other news, my best achievement for the evening was lighting myself on fire.