I’m having a midlife crisis.
So I went and bought a frozen pizza.
I’m going to die, I thought, and what, I will not have even tried a frozen pizza in my whole life?
I have no idea why frozen pizza, of all things. I maybe eat pizza twice a year, if that. Not because I have anything against it but because it never occurs to me.
Frozen pizza is something that I associate with being a completely different kind of person. Not different in a bad way. Simply different.



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