I was cleaning up today, and I came across a lovely surprise. It was a gift to me from me that I had completely forgotten about. It was ‘margarita in a bucket’.
I can’t actually remember when I bought it, though the vague hazy feeling is that I bought it for Christmas last year. I remember making one up to drink for Xmas, so the feeling is I bought two so I would not run out. Anyways, I found it and that put an end to any cleaning that I was going to do. Procrastination in all its fully fledged beauty! Like the time years ago I found drugs under my bed when I was cleaning. End. Of. Cleaning. The next time I attempted the cleaning, I found a half drunk bottle of vodka under the bed. I don’t remember how that got there either. The cleaning was then promptly forgotten again. I was most gleeful the 3rd time I went to clean, cause who knew what the procrastination fairies had left as a surprise. But alas, lightening doesn’t strike in the same place under the bed 3 times, proving thus, that the fairies hate me and refuse to help me wallow in debauchery. Bastards
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