When you told me last night that you needed to leave because you wanted to "clean your apartment," you meant... "write a livejournal entry and not BE WRITING LISA'S LETTER."
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I like this story, though. A good alternative to cleaning an apartment.
Hey now, every menial task in it's place. Writing a LJ post is infinitely more important AND more exciting than cleaning my house. Although the smells, dust, dirt, and piling dishes covering the entirety of my apartment in a fine layer disgustingness of will soon bury me alive, I've always been one for instant gratification.
Your tombstone could read, "Heather, buried by a fine layer of disgustingness." We'd all stand around your grave, tearfully beating our fists against our chests and wailing at how the fight against disgustingness must go on. All for our dear friend Heather, whose dirty dishes finally did her in.
I remember when you and your abode were immaculate, Hever. So immaculate that you told me I'd better tell you how immaculate it looked when I saw it. What has Japan done to you!?!
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I like this story, though. A good alternative to cleaning an apartment.
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Your tombstone could read, "Heather, buried by a fine layer of disgustingness." We'd all stand around your grave, tearfully beating our fists against our chests and wailing at how the fight against disgustingness must go on. All for our dear friend Heather, whose dirty dishes finally did her in.
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