the above photo depicts a pizza i received on january 19th 2012, my 26th birthday, a fateful event that has divided my lifetime into “birthdays before i experienced true friendship in the form of a pizza with my name on it” (0 to 25) and “birthdays after a pizza so astounded and touched me that i cried eating it” (26 to death)
how is it possible that a pizza could be so meaningful? marie agentlover, my greatest friend, called my favorite pizzeria from her mansion in los angeles and long-distance ordered the above-pictured large pie, coordinating with surprise birthday party planners dylan and kelly on the ground in brooklyn to pick it up. when i showed up at my party it was waiting for me in a warmed oven. dylan, kelly, and most of all marie who is my witch-twin and constant gchat inspiration: you are my heart.
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true! I love this woman.
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