Nothing changes
Over the Christmas holliday I was looking through some of my old papers from school. My OLD old papers, from when I was about 8 or 9, and one of them I found very interesting. For a assignment, I had to write what I considered to be a "perfect" day, and one of the conditions was that I would have pizza three times. here I am, twenty-something, and I still consider pizza to be important to me, as I have it 3 times a week at least. Odd, no?