What a /nice/ little story!
Oh. My God.
The inevitable has happened.
The very foundations of my life, affected so by this class, by this life, by this change, have finally eroded. Eroded.
Let me tell you a fine little story:
One day, a girl was procrastinating by pretending to do her project by reading Saving Saddler Street when she wasn't really meant to. The truth was she would have loved to do her project, but she had no idea where to start. AHEM. So there she was finishing the book, mildly dissapointed at the ending, when she decided she shall need to get something to eat!
What a task this was, for the little girl was a very lazy being, and did not entertain the idea of having to get up after a long walk - an entire 100 metres - from the bus stop that very afternoon. However, she endured and got up to scrounge whatever food she could find and make it's way to her stomach.
And there she was, standing in the kitchen. Her mother had finished washing up and was tending to a screaming baby whose name was Piper, and the little girl put the English muffins into the toaster, then WHAM. Her hands had magically put away all the dishes, without being asked or anything. And then she took the garbage out. And then the recycling. And then the three other bins that lurk around her house.
I know, it's shocking but brace yourselves for this next part:
In half an hour the kitchen was sparkling clean - you could eat off it - and the little girl was cleaning up the lounge room, puttering about and acting like a mother hen.
You may need sunglasses to have to deal with the utter shockingness of this next part:
That little girl's name was Codie, only the laziest being in the entirely world, who is in fact so lazy that on a regular day she wouldn't have bothered to fix up a tupo such as thus! So lazy that usually she wouldn't have bothered to type up a post like this in the first place!
And wasn't that a fine little story?
Eroding, I tell you, eroding. The foundations of all of us! Eroooodiiiiing
xx.
The inevitable has happened.
The very foundations of my life, affected so by this class, by this life, by this change, have finally eroded. Eroded.
Let me tell you a fine little story:
One day, a girl was procrastinating by pretending to do her project by reading Saving Saddler Street when she wasn't really meant to. The truth was she would have loved to do her project, but she had no idea where to start. AHEM. So there she was finishing the book, mildly dissapointed at the ending, when she decided she shall need to get something to eat!
What a task this was, for the little girl was a very lazy being, and did not entertain the idea of having to get up after a long walk - an entire 100 metres - from the bus stop that very afternoon. However, she endured and got up to scrounge whatever food she could find and make it's way to her stomach.
And there she was, standing in the kitchen. Her mother had finished washing up and was tending to a screaming baby whose name was Piper, and the little girl put the English muffins into the toaster, then WHAM. Her hands had magically put away all the dishes, without being asked or anything. And then she took the garbage out. And then the recycling. And then the three other bins that lurk around her house.
I know, it's shocking but brace yourselves for this next part:
In half an hour the kitchen was sparkling clean - you could eat off it - and the little girl was cleaning up the lounge room, puttering about and acting like a mother hen.
You may need sunglasses to have to deal with the utter shockingness of this next part:
That little girl's name was Codie, only the laziest being in the entirely world, who is in fact so lazy that on a regular day she wouldn't have bothered to fix up a tupo such as thus! So lazy that usually she wouldn't have bothered to type up a post like this in the first place!
And wasn't that a fine little story?
Eroding, I tell you, eroding. The foundations of all of us! Eroooodiiiiing
xx.
posted by Codie at 2:12 AM
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