Dishes. I f***ing hate doing dishes. Constant losing battle as well, there's always something that needs to be done, because you sure as hell aren't going to start dishing that plate you just finished eating off when you've spent ten minutes doing your old dishes before eating. Then there's the viciousness of how much I hate doing it so I just leave it for later, which of course leaves me with more dishes that needs to be done and me wanting to start doing them even less. Basically, f*** you dishes.
I'm just stupid with the pots. I'm probably the second or third best in my house for keeping on top of 'em, but i only like (and i mean
like, as in, 'enjoy') doing it, is when there's a big f***-off pile. There's nothing more satisfying than getting rid of a big pile of dirty horrible pots that are cluttering up the kitchen, and seeing everything return to spic and span. But if it comes to washing up just a few of my own items, i yaoface that s***, grab a saucepan lid and a tentpeg, and enjoy my meal.
