Underachiever
Ack! I've got so much to do this week and tonight I've done absolutely nothing. I've sat on my flabby white ass and watched tv or surfed the internet. Its the works Xmas do on Saturday and I need to do various girly things like paint my toenails and start putting some fake tan/moisturiser mix on (and other things I daren't mention) and I haven't done any of it. And its the first rehearsal of a play I'm in tomorrow night and I haven't even finished reading the play never mind attempting to learn lines or suss out my character. I always empathised with Charlie Brown for being so wishy-washy. Now you see why.
At least I've nearly finished my Xmas shopping.
Oh buggeration that's another thing I need to do. Write Xmas cards. Gawd!
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I've decided against Christmas cards this year. I'm going to buy a goat, or a loo or something equally worthy to appease my guilt. And my laziness. I'm usually an organised and prolific card sender but it's just passed me by this year. So I'm going to spread the love and wait for the abuse back when my friends realise what a stereotype I'm fast becoming and then regret it next year when no one decides to send me any!
Odd really, I rather like writing them.
Yours is the much more sensible option. No matter how many payments I make to Greenpeace I still have that Pavlovian thing in me where I buy 3 for 2 packs of cards in WH Smiths.
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