Whenever I eat pizza for breakfast, a teeny tiny (no, really…the tiniest) part of me feels a little guilty.
But this morning I’m eating leftover pizza that was made with eggs sunny side up on the top (it’s delicious), so it almost feels like I should only eat it in the morning. It’s like literal breakfast.
AW YEAH 2011…WE GOIN’ OUT WITH A BANG!, re: my health.
