Pizza vs. Sushi

Ok. I admit it. E, I ate your two leftover slices of pizza that were in the fridge. I was drunk, they looked tasty, and I found myself enslaved to their siren-like call of deliciousness. For that, I am very sorry. When I heard how pissed you were in the morning, I was ashamed of my actions, and my apology to you later in the day was heartfelt. And, when I left my sushi from valentines day in the fridge, I even kind of expected a little revenge from you. Again, I deserved it.

However, I didn't friggin expect you to eat all 12 pieces that were left! I mean, seriously?!? That was like 15-20 bucks worth of sushi! Revenge is one thing, eye for an eye is one thing, but two pieces of cold pizza is worth, what? Two dollars? God damn! And it wasn't even like you ate it all before I got up. No. You ate most of it before I got up, then went back for seconds to finish the job while I was skiing, like a commando sneaking through enemy terrain to search and destroy. It was malicious, uncalled for (considering how much I apologized for eating your pizza...), and gratuitous. I can only imagine that you were saying "Fuck you, Dick!" each time you bite into another delicious bit of fish. Fuck. You're still awesome, E, but this amount of overkill on the food revenge from was just... well, dickish. Shit. Now, I'm gonna eat all your... ummm... hmm... dog food? Yeah. Take that. Logan goes hungry tonight!!!!