So constipated. Like haven't shat since Thursday and it is 11 pm Sunday night. I want to die. Feel poisoned from all the fucking half cooked brownies I ate this weekend with Man-Purse while watching the "Brownies" episode of Tim and Eric.
Aside from that, I hit an acquaintance in the balls and threw his beer in his face because he grabbed my ass. That felt great. Gotta draw the lines somewhere. I also went to my friend's train party, which was awesome. Almost started a fight with this douchebag who waved his hand in front of someone's camera who was taking pictures of us.
It's rainy and grey for the 45794543954395439th day in a row and I am really losing my mind and being a horrible mix of socially awkward/pissed off/depressed 24/7. Went for a run tonight and now I feel human again. Still kind of want to start a fight though.