Pasta and Porn

New job at Aunty Pasta's. Glorious. Wonderful and exciting. The passion and the fury. There's something really great about wearing your own clothes to work, eating amazing Italian food for free, and not having to utter the phrase "thank you, enjoy the show." And no Movie Tunes. Bliss. On the downside, no free movies. No Harry Potter 13 times.

On a completely unrelated note, I watched my first porn. Well, sort of. Does One Night in Paris count as porn? There is some dispute over this. I was quietly sitting in the livingroom reading, doing things completely un-sex related, and this little video is popped in. Oh, my. I experienced fear, embarassment, laughter, and digust (in that order). Let me tell ya, that Paris Hilton is one slutty ho. I mean it.

So begins the summer of my corruption.