Karaoke & Karate: I'm Not Very Thirsty, But I'll Have Some Pudding If You Happen To Have Some Thursday

First off, let me let you know how much I hate it every Thursday when I see four thousand facebook statuses of people I went to high school with that say "Thirsty Thursday!" or "THURSTY THURSDAYAYAYAYAYAYA" or something that resembles that. Shut. Up. I understand that you are in university and for some reason feel the burning need to broadcast the fact that you do, in fact, drink alcohol to the world, but I was hoping that you would have gotten over it after your first semester or year something. I guess not. So while talking to a friend about this today, I thought of a much better idea for Thursday: "I'm not very thirsty but I'll take some pudding if you happen to have some Thursday". This idea was dreamed up for a variety of reasons:
1.) The term "Thirsty Thursday" pisses me off.
2.) I have a class that goes to around 11 pm on Thursday nights, therefore not allowing me to drink.
3.) I love pudding.
I think that if people started using this as their Thursday night status it would solve the problem of teen drinking. Saving lives, one spoonful at a time!

I bought chocolate pudding cups whole grocery shopping today. It was a mistake. I always underestimate my love for chocolate pudding, and so when I was wandering through the aisle and my eyes locked on the sign advertising that a four pack of pudding was only $1.19, I couldn't resist.

I'm going to be honest here: I didn't really have a choice. Pudding robs me of any scrap of willpower I may have previously possessed, which most likely isn't much. I looked down into the basket I held and saw a bunch of healthy things like carrots and peppers and so I used this as justification to get one chocolate thing.
It seemed like a really good idea at first. My thoughts were along the lines of: "It's cheap and delicious and will last for four days! I love pudding!" Essentially, getting pudding seemed like an all around good idea.

But that's when disaster struck. I had forgotten: Once I begin to eat pudding, I cannot stop myself. I immediately ripped the lid off of one when I got home. It is now around eight hours later. They are all gone, and I have a stomachache. Burn in hell, pudding.