Guys, today I would like to share with you a fatal flaw in my character. What is this flaw, you ask? Why, none other than the fact that I have a feverishly ardent hatred of doing housework. I hate it. It's time-consuming and boring and, after a couple years, I apparently still cannot sweep floors properly. My hatred of housework even rivals -- nay, surpasses -- that which I harbour for bio pracs, which should give you some indication of how much I do not like mopping/sweeping floors and cleaning bathrooms and wiping dust from furniture. And not only is housework something I really do not like, it is also something which puts me in a reasonably bad mood, with the result that I get easily annoyed at everything and act like a bitchy whiny spoilt brat, e.g. now
Which is why I've decided that anyone I may end up living with must be proficient at housework. Also, talkative, so as to fend off boredom while dusting furniture or whatever.
...In other news, I do believe I have put more effort into this post than anything I've written here in quite a while.
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