scheherazade_79
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You spend a good ten minutes choosing a book to read on the toilet.
You don't just pluck your eyebrows, but dream up new and interesting shapes to make... and then get bored halfway through, so you end up looking like Mr Spock on one side and Brooke Shields on the other.
You find yourself vacuum-cleaning like a pro - not just the main bit of carpet, but all the dark corners and even behind things and in hidden uninhabited spaces. While you're doing this, you imagining winning an award from the Queen for your breathtaking vacuuming skills.
It doesn't matter what the weather's doing - you just have to leave the house.
You find yourself cleaning up your pc and deleting files you no longer need.
You change your mind about those files ten minutes later, and then feel angry when you realise that you've emptied your recycle bin.
You get the urge to sit down and smoke a packet of twenty, and in the back of your mind that's ok cos it means that you won't be bored during the time you're doing that.
You take a totally unsavoury delight in squeezing your own blackheads.
You finish squeezing your own blackheads, then find yourself wishing you lived with a teenager so that you could have a go at theirs.
You stick something up your nose, just to see how deep it really goes.
You don't just pluck your eyebrows, but dream up new and interesting shapes to make... and then get bored halfway through, so you end up looking like Mr Spock on one side and Brooke Shields on the other.
You find yourself vacuum-cleaning like a pro - not just the main bit of carpet, but all the dark corners and even behind things and in hidden uninhabited spaces. While you're doing this, you imagining winning an award from the Queen for your breathtaking vacuuming skills.
It doesn't matter what the weather's doing - you just have to leave the house.
You find yourself cleaning up your pc and deleting files you no longer need.
You change your mind about those files ten minutes later, and then feel angry when you realise that you've emptied your recycle bin.
You get the urge to sit down and smoke a packet of twenty, and in the back of your mind that's ok cos it means that you won't be bored during the time you're doing that.
You take a totally unsavoury delight in squeezing your own blackheads.
You finish squeezing your own blackheads, then find yourself wishing you lived with a teenager so that you could have a go at theirs.
You stick something up your nose, just to see how deep it really goes.
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