I had a Latin teacher who recommended muttering conjugations as a way to avoid potential mugging while walking through sketchy neighborhoods.
Actually acting distracted and unaware of what's going on around you is a good way to make yourself an attractive candidate for mugging.
I think he was going for "crazy person to be avoided" but, yeah, I see your point.
I hate putting clothes away. I don't mind doing laundry, but I hate the aftermath. I am also in the "must lay out clothes the night before" camp. I am so indecisive in the morning that I'd end up late every day otherwise.
I can't wait for Joe to get paid for his time in California.
And well deserved for the work he and the others did. They did great work, from everything I've heard.
I can't wait for Drew to get paid so he can pay Joe and everyone else. He's been working around the clock on this gig for more than a month, and we've yet to see a penny of profit on it. The first paycheck went almost entirely to scads of equipment and those stylish Diablo Sound t-shirts and jackets (which were spendy. yikes), and this second paycheck is going almost entirely to paying his employees. He won't be able to put anything in the bank until the third paycheck, which I don't believe he gets until the end of the project on Halloween. Ironically, given that this is his highest paying gig of the year, we are strapped for cash right now.
Hm. I appear to be spewing money gunk all over Natter. Sorry about that.
Allow me to change the subject.
Cheese. Discuss.
Ha! The new pants I was so looking forward to wearing today? I finally put them on and the zipper immediately broke.
I think I will reinvent myself as an agoraphobic nudist.
I had a Latin teacher who recommended muttering conjugations as a way to avoid potential mugging while walking through sketchy neighborhoods.
"AMO! AMAS! AMAT!"
"Fuck! He knows Latin!"
t /Izzard
I started channeling Lindsey and scratching out the word KILL over and over with my fingertip.
brenda's got an evil finger.
Cheese. Discuss.
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
"AMO! AMAS! AMAT!"
"Fuck! He knows Latin!"
::loves Daisy Jane::
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
A slice, a bite a chunk of?
Yeah, folding and putting away laundry is my least favorite task. Which sucks, because it takes, like, five minutes. But instead, I leave it and there are slovenly heaps of clothing all around my house all the time, and then my clothes are wrinkled (and I don't iron) and then I go out looking lousy and I come home disconsolate and in no mood to fold laundry. It's a laundry death spiral!
But I suspect that a big part of my problem is that I lack sufficient closet/dresser space. So folding and putting away clothes involves a lot of pushing and squishing and general grumpiness. So maybe I'll do better in the new house. (Ha! Although I have plans for one of those three linen bin sorter deals on wheels with the hanging bar. 'Cause I think that would help, with being able to sort the laundry and hang up the stuff needs hanging immediately, and all that.)
And okay, now I have to go do the laundry, since I've talked about it. And also I have to cook, which I enjoy doing, but makes dirty dishes, which I do not enjoy washing. Actually I don't mind doing the dishes. It's just that immediately after I do the dishes, I have to do them again. And again, and again. Every single day. It's relentless. It would be simpler if I stopped eating.