And then my best friend asked me to marry him. My dearest blogger friends, again it has been the longest time since I updated you on the surprising tale of the Pizza of Doom. And, of course, being a nostalgic and self-reflective cat, I started to read the story of April four years ago. You know, back in that.

We ALL do stupid things when drunk. Admittedly some more so than others but the common factor every time is that it always seems to make perfect sense. My father was born and .

The Unerotic Memoirs Of A Hopeless Romantic. What Goes In Vegas Stays In Vegas. The Rehab Pool Party, Las Vegas. It was how I imagined Ancient Rome would have been if they had invented Dub Step instead of roads. I, however, had put little time or thought into my physique. In fact, my most worked-out body part was probably my right hand. My shirt was firmly on, of course.

Chronicling the Rise from the Ashes.

One of the blogs I found is called Pizza of Doom. And there was a post on there that definitely caught my attention and hauntingly lingered in my mind. What if I had been more subservient? What if I was thinner? .