Lesson #51

Tidy your room.
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Get on it, woman, you're meant to be good at cleaning! Why are you living in this dive?!
To be fair, it wasn't a dive, and it is a lovely room. Your endless pile of crrrraaaaaaaap, however is getting well in the way!
Sort it out. You deserve better than to have to swim through your own filth every time you want to get into your room. You're a human being, not a flea. Get some bloody standards and fucking stick to them.
You disgust me.
What's worse is that you're not the only one who uses this room anymore. It;s not like at home when your room was your space, your property, your shrine to you! Nope, now you've got people swanning in and out of it as they please. Like a hotel. Or a museum. Or something.
And it's not as if you don't enjoy their company, you're just so embarrassed about your scummy ways to let them in. Awkward.
Come on love, whack out the broom and don those rubber gloves, you've got a monumental task ahead of you...

Lesson #50

Celebrate.
50 posts ain't half bad chaps.
Well done to us!
When I say 'us', I really do mean 'me'...
Did you help me write this? No.
Did you inspire, create, influence, intrigue, indulge, interest, and other such words? Didn't think so either.
Essentially, you've just got a free ride. Well I got news for you, I'm like any other taxi, you gotta give a little for the take!
Joke.
Congratulations! Crack out the champers on me lads!