First, the good. My dog Samson! He really is the best dog ever. I got him after I decided that marriage was not for me anymore. He was a rescue dog...a STUD! The little dude is a prince. He came housebroken, rarely barks, is mellow and generally a great dog. OH and the other super good thing...I got an email from Noa! The creator of Oh, Noa. I sent an email, cuz I'm trying to join The League of Funny Bitches. How cool is that? I got a response from a seriously funny, semi-famous person! Go check out the blog, good shit!
Now the bad. Well, I've started p90x again. I like the results. I mean who doesn't want to look hot? The problem is, I HATE to exercise. The idea of moving my ass off of a couch or out of bed to get all sweaty and shit just doesn't do it for me. I have the desires and aspirations of an overachiever and the motivation of an underachiever...in most things! So I actually drug my ass off the couch and did today's workout...yoga. I like yoga, I've done yoga for years, it will be a good day....NOT! I couldn't make it through the entire routine. "Clear the mind," he says. Well, how the fuck and I supposed to clear my mind when you won't shut the fuck up!!!! Seriously, someone needs to muzzle the guy from time to time. Look, I get that he has to instruct, but fuck, I don't need to hear soooooo much of him when I should be calm and clearing the mind. Bastard! Oh, and the whole time Panda sat there on his sofa judging me.
Now the leaky...Panda. I welcomed Panda in our -- Samson and my -- lives last October. He's faulty, a manufacturer defect. He leaks. Not a lot, just enough to annoy me and leaves spots...everywhere! I'm not talking about the roll over, pee on myself, 'see I'm your bitch, bitch'. No, I'm not sure when he does this. The boy rarely leaves his sofa. And when he's not there he's under my bed. At any rate, I have little dots that I am constantly cleaning up. Really? Fucking dog!
Now the bad. Well, I've started p90x again. I like the results. I mean who doesn't want to look hot? The problem is, I HATE to exercise. The idea of moving my ass off of a couch or out of bed to get all sweaty and shit just doesn't do it for me. I have the desires and aspirations of an overachiever and the motivation of an underachiever...in most things! So I actually drug my ass off the couch and did today's workout...yoga. I like yoga, I've done yoga for years, it will be a good day....NOT! I couldn't make it through the entire routine. "Clear the mind," he says. Well, how the fuck and I supposed to clear my mind when you won't shut the fuck up!!!! Seriously, someone needs to muzzle the guy from time to time. Look, I get that he has to instruct, but fuck, I don't need to hear soooooo much of him when I should be calm and clearing the mind. Bastard! Oh, and the whole time Panda sat there on his sofa judging me.
Now the leaky...Panda. I welcomed Panda in our -- Samson and my -- lives last October. He's faulty, a manufacturer defect. He leaks. Not a lot, just enough to annoy me and leaves spots...everywhere! I'm not talking about the roll over, pee on myself, 'see I'm your bitch, bitch'. No, I'm not sure when he does this. The boy rarely leaves his sofa. And when he's not there he's under my bed. At any rate, I have little dots that I am constantly cleaning up. Really? Fucking dog!