Procrastination is a Four Letter Word

One thing I've noticed about the difference in attending college when you're 19, and going through it at 29 (oh, and can I emphasize that 29? because with a birthday coming up in May, I've found myself referring to myself as 30, and I'm just not comfortable with that kind of rounding up anymore): procrastination style.

At 19, my procrastination of choice was hanging out with friends, clubbing, drinking, drugs, all generally motivated my not entirely giving a shit. Now that I'm 29 (TWENTY-nine), I actually care about how well I'm doing, and am proud of my 3.9 GPA. But procrastination (aka, That Which I am Queen Of) remains my albatross, now exercised by playing with the dog, reading blogs and watching the season premiere of South Park (damn funny, btw).

Nevermind that I've got a statistics exam tomorrow, I must know more about this:

The breasts are accented with pink ribbons to coordinate with your man's wardrobe

Come on! Daddy Nurser?! I defy you to find one man who even in the privacy of his own home is willing to strap one of these things on. Robert DeNiro in "Meet the Fockers" excepted. Although it's tempting to purchase this and lie in wait for when Husband asks me if I'm going to breast feed. Then I'll whip it out and say, "I'm not - but YOU are!"