Dear Pizza Burn on the Roof of My Mouth

Dear Pizza Burn on the Roof of My Mouth,
You are the worst.
Ruiner of food and bane of my existence.
I mean, I ate pizza, like, what, 12 hours ago? And yet, you remain…
What’s the big deal? Well, you mean besides the fact that I keep rubbing my tongue over the burn you left?
Go ahead, ask me how my eggs were this morning. Go ahead, do it.
Answer? I don’t know!
I can’t taste anything!!! This is all your fault.
Sure, in a logical world, I suppose somebody could say that it’s my fault for not waiting for the pizza to cool down, but we don’t live in a logical world, now do we? I mean, America elected Bush twice (no, I’m not letting that one go) so how’s that for logic?!?
I swear, if you had a corporeal form, I would murder you…

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Ever think those thoughts that don't seem important enough to put down on paper? Welcome to my life. I write random thoughts, movie reviews, and the occasional work of fiction. Take a look around, there's a little bit of something for everyone.

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