Bit cunty. Nothing drastic, but if I have to logic a stranger more than twice, time to walk away. Work you have to allow for 3 logics
Messy, get nagged for cooking delicious meals for 5 where wipe downs are shared. I use a micro lid thing to harvest onion skins, carrot shavings, leek ends etc before tipping into recycling. Apparently that’s not what it’s for, the lid and its stars. Notice how pedants are clock watchers too. It will be done = it’s not being done, now, this second
Lazy. Play centre-half in five-a-side precisely because it isn’t a tendon tearing, knee fucking position. Not much of a summary. Gave up on sleeping in after becoming a father, but I try, every morning
In days of yore, may have dosed friends with alcohol and drugs to their personal detriment