Kayla and her dang sandwiches

Or should I just say, I'm hungry. This past Sunday we went to Firehouse Subs with some homies from church. I had this corned beef and pastrami sandwich, something to do with New York. I can't remember exactly the name but New York and (insert Homer Simpson hmmm gooooood line here). Anyway, instead of enjoying a tasty sandwich, I shall cook up one of creations finest pizzas. Delivery you ask? Nope, and it's not Digiorno either. Freschetta, Red Baron, Tombstone? Nope, none of the above. Oh Totinos you ask? Nope. Have you got it now? Yes, I have stepped down the ladder to everyone's favorite, Jeno's. Oh man, my stomach is turning..... uh growling for the scrumpiousness of the best 79 cent pizza on the planet. Only five minutes until it's ready.

Oh and could you tell, I'm bored and jobless again. I just realized that my posts are most insightful and wise when I'm unemployed. Ok that joke would only be funny if my blog actually was insightful and wise at other times. Riiigghhtt. So anyway, I'm going to go eat my pizza, hopefully talk to some folks about getting a job and then probably do absolutely nothing.