What is? This Blog? You Speak of?

Oh my god. It's been like a week and a half since I wrote here. I know you've been waiting on a response from me forever. Oops. I am so goddamned busy, I can't even tell you.

So, my trip to SF was good. The weather was nice, I got to meet up with some friends, and I really liked the city. I know I told you all this already. But I forgot to tell you the most embarrassing moment of my trip. So, I haven't been able to figure out what exactly I'm allergic to or sensitive to or whatever when it comes to food. So basically, I've just been saying, "Fuck it." Like usual. I mean, frankly, I can't say no to Oreos. Every night. Anyway, on the last night of my trip, my friend and I decided to go see a show. We had to eat first and we couldn't agree on where to go. So after walking around for a bit, we stumbled into a Mexican joint. I decided against tacos again since I always eat them because there's no gluten action. Instead, I got chicken enchiladas. I said, "Hey, they're still wrapped in corn tortillas. What's the big deal?" But I didn't think about the fact that they're smothered in cheese and sour cream and stuff. So we ate, it was good, and we walked to the club to see the show. About 40 minutes later, while waiting for the main act to start, my stomach started to hurt. A LOT. I tried to ignore it, but it kept getting worse. I told my friend I wasn't going to make it through a show with my stomach feeling that way. He told me to use the club's bathroom. To which I said (as always), "Yeah, right." I'm not trying to drop a bomb at a club and ruin the stall for people who use it to fornicate and snort cocaine and whatnot. So he goes, "I live four blocks away. We can go to my place, you can use the bathroom, and we can run back in time to catch the show."

So why did we run (well, more like speed walk while holding it in) all the way back to his house so I could use the bathroom? It was so painful, I thought I was going to faint on the walk there. I was SO EMBARRASSED. This is a guy who has been my friend for years while also still kind of having a crush on me. I guess that crush is gone. I didn't think I was going to make it. I'm totally going to turn into my aunt who has to run to public restrooms every time she leaves the house because she has no control over her bladder. She totally has accidents all the time. Am I going to have to wear diapers in the near future? Or should I just not eat unless I'm home?

Anyway, we ran back to the club and only missed the first half of the first song. But, gross. I am gross.