Pasta: My Guilty Pleasure

So I'm sitting here, it's almost 10, I haven't showered, I have my Speedo on still, and I'm doing nothing productive. Why you may ask?

I had a big plate of pasta for dinner. I decided to eat it as fast as I could, and now, over an hour later, it's sitting in my stomach, NOT digesting. It's like, it's trying to tell me that I'm gluttonous and I eat too much.

Yeah well I joined Nova swimming this week, and I work hard. I god damn deserve some god damn good food!

Still, this good food is still sitting here, and I'm afraid if I lie down, I'll barf it out. Those grapes next to me are winking at me though.... NO, NO, NO, IT'S A TRAP CARD. IT'S A TRAP CARD. MUST RESIST.

Which reminds me of this:

"NO, NO, NO NO NO, THERE WILL BE NO GAY SEX SPRAYS"

Team Fortress 2 Griefing. Classic griefing for those who love to see people squirm :)

Oh man I think I'm gonna throw up soon. Post later.