You know, nothing serves as a bigger slap to the face than not eating well for a while and then when you finally start getting your appetite back, getting food poisoning.
Just… jesus fucking christ, man.
September, please get here. I need Destiny in my life.
Yeah, that’s cool, body. Have me barely eat for the last week and a half, then tell me you can handle food and have me puke my stomach out a couple of hours later. That’s great. Grand.