What's your guilty pleasure?

Guilty pleasure?

Yeah, like, sometimes I would lay face down on my pillow and try to resist my humanly urges telling me I'd die if I don't lift my head. It's strangely satisfying to feel life fleeting away before I catch it once it's almost gone too far.

Huh?

So, what's yours?

My what again?

Your guilty pleasure, you idiot.

Um… does writing poetry count?

What - of course not! Thats so lame, "My guilty pleasure is poetry, I'm a nerd-"

Oh.