That's how I'm feeling today. I am officially sick and tired. I'm sick and tired of eating right (which is still DIETING to me) and exercising all the time. I'm sick and tired of taking care of kids. I'm sick and tired of laundry and groceries and personal hygiene.
I'd love to just veg on my couch and eat powdered donuts all day. Maybe get me a big bag of M&M's and a large real cherry limeade to wash it all down. I could nap off and on all day while stuffing myself full of junk as I watch reruns of Jersey Shore. Seriously...I'm sick and tired of fighting the fight against age, obesity, disease, filth, stupidity.
Why can't we just be born PERFECT and stay that way forever? Why can't I be PERFECT? And skinny? And beautiful?
I guess the real question is why can't I be happy with what I've got? Is this what the experts call depression? Maybe, but I call it Fed-Up-and-Don't-Give-a-Shit-itis.
NICE! Wish I could take credit for this; Lucian Freud is my new favorite artist.
