Your Mother's a Whore

It is no secret that I have been seriously busting my ass to get in shape, which often makes me irritable, moody and unpleasant. However, I have decided that hot is a more important trait than amiable so I'm okay with the swap. The last 6 weeks though I have fallen off the wagon due to either having visitors or going to New York for various family things every weekend. I know this and the situation will soon be rectified. Since God thinks he's funny, today he sent a little messenger to remind me to go back to the gym. Someone actually said to me today, "I thought you were trying to lose weight." As in, you're not losing weight, you look like shit, you should get on that. My response? Yeah, I'm working on it, just a little distracted the last 6 weeks with a lot going on, but, hey, thanks for your concern. Oh, and also, fuck you. Now please excuse me because I have to go eat a Reese's peanut butter cup. Wrapped in bacon. Dipped in chocolate milk. With a dollop of whipped cream on top. While I talk crudely about your mother behind her back.