I want to say incredibly hostile things about someone. But I won’t because that won’t be helpful. I should just be happy when other people get to the party not be upset because it took them so fucking long. But sometimes people repulse me.

Sometimes my fellow humans make me think the only good thing for the planet would be to kill my whole species.

Probably doesn’t help that I’ve had burning diarrhea hourly for the past 30 hours and I finished the third Hunger Games book again this morning. I doubt that makes me feel happier about my species. I’m really dreading having medical professionals touch my anus because those bastards are never gentle.