I'm just not feeling the love so to speak.
And what sucks is, I don't even know what I did.
I mean, there are some conversations going on upstairs now that I completely understand the flak I get, but there's some other things going on that I just don't get at all.
Anyway ... the McDonald's run did sound tempting, but I haven't been out of the house in 2 months. Don't plan on starting now.
That woman who clothes me and brings me groceries keeps nagging me to get out, but I'm not listening to her!
I do have my Homer Simpson ass groove carved in my dining room chair just right. That's a plus, right?