another excuse

So, I ordered a pizza tonight, I was going have a quiet night at home, enjoy a little pizza, and tighten up Vampuirrel. About 30 minutes after I call in my pizza order, there is a knock on my door and I just opened it because I thought it was my pizza (pepperoni, mushroom, and cashew), but it was a girlfriend and she just talked and talked and said a whole bunch of stuff that had nothing to do with how my life would be better if I kept listening. In fact, after about 20 minutes of listening to her, some blood started to trickle out of my nose from an obviously girlfriend-chatter-induced brain hemorrhage. I dabbed the blood away with the end of my tail, and left my apartment for some space alone. I came back home an hour later to find my girlfriend and the pizza delivery guy eating my pizza. I refused to pay for it. I paid for it.