Procrastination
Outlook is a wonderful tool, but not when it keeps reminding you that it is now 96 weeks since you were supposed to finish a report you haven't even started yet.
Just how lazy are you? How long will you put off the essential or the inevitable? What do you fill the time with?
(We're too lazy to write something funny here. You do it.)
( , Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:18)
Outlook is a wonderful tool, but not when it keeps reminding you that it is now 96 weeks since you were supposed to finish a report you haven't even started yet.
Just how lazy are you? How long will you put off the essential or the inevitable? What do you fill the time with?
(We're too lazy to write something funny here. You do it.)
( , Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:18)
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This is a shared living area
Living with other students has given me an almost Solid Snake worthy approach when it comes to avoiding the inevitable cleaning. Granted, if I've made a mess I'll clean it, but when some other neanderthal has sprayed the bowl I'm not going to get on my knees and scrub for glory. I'll be sneaking out of the house in a cardboard box before I become a shitwiper.
My current accommodation's bathroom is an airtight cell which is no stranger to the wall mould you get from the combination of damp environment and paint schemes(has nobody in Berkshire heard of bathroom tiles?). After the whole house adamantly refused responsibility to scrub up (as it'll need cleaning again in a fortnight anyway) the inevitable 'clean me' messages began to be scraped into the scummy interior.
Such fingernails have never taken a battering equal to my response. A full paragraph denying my existence as the magical bathroom fairy, capped off with an etch of Tinkerbell. It took me nearly an hour to do. I think I could've just gotten rid of the mess in half the time, but by jove I'm British. This is what we do!
I've also managed to avoid throwing the used bog rolls into the recycling bin by turning it into a 3ft tall pyramid next to the toilet over the past 6 months. It's called Trevor and I'm so proud of him he's got his own little flag on top. I make a note to salute him every time I go for a piss.
I now have leprosy.
( , Mon 17 Nov 2008, 11:52, Reply)
Living with other students has given me an almost Solid Snake worthy approach when it comes to avoiding the inevitable cleaning. Granted, if I've made a mess I'll clean it, but when some other neanderthal has sprayed the bowl I'm not going to get on my knees and scrub for glory. I'll be sneaking out of the house in a cardboard box before I become a shitwiper.
My current accommodation's bathroom is an airtight cell which is no stranger to the wall mould you get from the combination of damp environment and paint schemes(has nobody in Berkshire heard of bathroom tiles?). After the whole house adamantly refused responsibility to scrub up (as it'll need cleaning again in a fortnight anyway) the inevitable 'clean me' messages began to be scraped into the scummy interior.
Such fingernails have never taken a battering equal to my response. A full paragraph denying my existence as the magical bathroom fairy, capped off with an etch of Tinkerbell. It took me nearly an hour to do. I think I could've just gotten rid of the mess in half the time, but by jove I'm British. This is what we do!
I've also managed to avoid throwing the used bog rolls into the recycling bin by turning it into a 3ft tall pyramid next to the toilet over the past 6 months. It's called Trevor and I'm so proud of him he's got his own little flag on top. I make a note to salute him every time I go for a piss.
I now have leprosy.
( , Mon 17 Nov 2008, 11:52, Reply)
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