Love me or hate me! At least I am me.

No one knows retarded better than me, with the one exception being my best friend Lile. Today, was just about on par for me. I woke up this morning with more or less fragmented memories of the night before, and the distinct memory of putting a pizza in the oven. However, I had no recollection of ever eating it. As I made my way into my kitchen that is shared with 5 other people, whom are equally attached to our oven, there it lay in all of its charred glory. This is truly not the worst mistake I have ever made in my 25 years on this earth, but what really puts the “re” with “tard” here, is that this is the second time this month that this has happened. I have decided that tomorrow I am going to buy food that requires no further preparation other than open and consume.