Boredom

I did this out of boredom. And also because of boredom. But to be honest, I'm just really fucking bored.
There are a million other things i could and should be doing right now. I'm fairly certain i was instructed by my Aunt (pronounced ONT, because fuck you) to call about half a dozen fast-food restaurants, to check for job openings. The day before yesterday, I was assigned about eight hours' worth of geometry assignments by a short, pretentious Asian man, who is so unabashedly douche bag-tastic that he makes me wish there had been a holocaust against the Asians. (take note of how i am perpetuating racial slurs against Asians, and yet still have enough respect to capitalize their ethnicity) Forty minutes ago, i was supposed to feed three bitchy horses, but i'll wait another hour, because they're bitches. And two weeks ago,  i purchased a book that i have yet to open the cover of.
But you see, if boredom is my natural enemy, then being lazy is my natural ally. Much like hyper-intelligent sharks and Puerto Ricans, me and doing nothing that could be considered productive, go hand in hand. I am perfectly content to stave everything off until the very last minute, and when i do finally do it, do the SHIT out of it, because i am awesome. This is my manifesto. (note to self: google the word 'manifesto'. see if it means what i think it does.)
So anyone who does not approve of my laziness, can feel free to blow me. But not actually, because that would be awkward.
Til next time, Dicks and Shit, Yo.