Meet the atlantean's wrath

Now I'm convinced, I'm going to learn how to cook.
Not really because I'm beginning to worry on how I'll be able to survive with nothing to eat, once I'll live away from my parents' house. No, what decided me is my incredible, extraordinary super-laziness (my one and only super power!); because I don't want when I'm living with roommates (for example when I'm working in Canada during the summer) to EVER again be known as the-girl-who-always-does-the-dishes.
I'm honestly fairly certain that participating in the cooking will be A LOT less demanding that having to wash the dishes for eight persons every two meals.

All I ask is for a small dose of motivation, puh-leeze help and give me some, I'll do anything for you (honest).

The Spirit: "A murdering thug who writes nursery rhymes and mind his mother!..Wow!"