Eating some meager-ass food

I finally broke down and ordered a pizza. After a week and a half of nothing but rice, spaghetti, and vegetables (and a couple of T-cab tacos), I spent money to have someone bring baked, oiled cheese pie to my house. And in the place of constant drip coffee, I drank some fizzy, nasty de-greaser. I'm talking about that drink that I have convinced myself is better for me than alcohol - Diet C (diet coke).

Despite this turn, I do enjoy eating healthy, random, meager crap. It's an awesome power to be able to change how you look and feel by eating certain things. Since I just moved to a new city, I have had the impetus to change my eating habits. Here's some of the healthy foods I have been cooking and eating (healthy, in this case, means I didn't get it from the rack at a gas station or pizza oven. Up until spring that's almost all I ate):

-Brown Rice (cooked without butter, eaten plain or with canned black beans)
-Celery (Sometimes with cream cheese or peanut butter, usually plain)
-Carrots and only carrots (CARROTS UNTIL FUCKING DEATH!! CARROTS FOREVER AND EVER!)
-Hommus (I spelled it like this because I want to meet someone who spells it like this)
-Pinneaple Chunks
-Constant Drip Coffee
-"Economy" Spaghetti w/ Safeway Marinara sauce

Pretty grim. It's a FOOD CHOICE.

So I ordered a pizza from Dominoes. I had been working all day on my terrible recording rig and was in a sort of food-frenzy. Like when you want someone so bad that you knock your entire unstapled thesis paper off of your bed to make room to go at it. That was how bad I wanted this pizza. Except I did not write a thesis, and I don't own a bed. Also, the pizza-sex joke has already been made on the internet.
So I won't go into too much detail (I pretty much ordered a single pizza, and argued civilly with the delivery person about what I actually ordered), but I'll say this much. It was good food to eat and I ate it with my mouth. I ate a pizza, and my roommate criticized the toppings. As if you have room to talk, BRYAN.