Don't sugar coat it!

Olga called me 'unbalanced' today.
Bitch.
Boom. No warning. Unbalanced.
Housesitting (especially across the pond) does tend to take me off my game a bit, but unbalanced!?
I only had one rant this morning. It wasn't even a passionate, foamy mouth rant. Just a plain ole "Fuck, I hate people" rant.
I go from 0 to unbalanced in an hour with ONE rant.
Jeez.
She cited my lack of blogging and asked me if I was depressed.
What in the world could I have to be depressed about?!
Then she told me I smelled!

I haven't been blogging, BTW, cos I'm mutherfucking lazy. That's all there is to that. All I would have to say is that I ordered takeout and watched TV and went to bed a t 9.... every night! I guess I could also point out that Steve got a less than stellar haircut, but that would hurt his feelings. (Product, product, product.)

But all that is ending tonight cos I'm dropping off the dogs at their new digs and going to the gym! Probably. Hopefully. Maybe not.

I am soooooo glad I don't have a tv. I seriously would be a worthless P.O.S. I would go to work. Come home. Eat subway or something. And watch tv. Repeat. I wouldn't answer my phone or check my email for fear some tard would be requesting my company. Now, at least, I have to occupy my time until things are released on dvd.

Oh, and I smell cos everything I own is covered in dog hair.