EFFIN' MASS TRANSIT.
The PATH train line to and from 33rd street is down, man. It's 9AM and I'm still at home, trying to figure out how to get to work.
Plus my tooth hurts.
And my right glute is tight. Like, one-wrong-move-and-you're-fucked tight.
I also feel fat. And ugly. I feel fugly.
To top things off, I have major PMS.
Effin' mass transit.