I’ll go the extra mile for everyone but myself; if you ask me to do something for someone else, I’ll do it in a heartbeat, but if I myself should do something similar, it’ll back-burner for months. I disappoint myself on an almost daily basis. Procrastinator Extraordinaire.
I hate day-to-day cleaning. If it isn’t a huge project, or won’t make a vast difference in the way things look or run, I’m not interested. Dusting is anathema to me.
I’m extremely sarcastic, and quick to get angry; I have been told I get very snide when I’m pissed off. (It’s impossible for me to stay angry, but the lightning flash can be ugly.) I’ve got a quick mind and an even quicker tongue, so the “can’t-resist-saying-it” one-liners most people think of the next day, I just say. Right then. I often regret this. (I’m also quick to apologize, however, if I felt I went into bitch mode. This doesn’t make it right, but it does make me feel better.)
I am one of the few people, apparently, who’s good at smalltalk. I think the thing people don’t realize about smalltalk and chitchat is that it has to be cultivated, just like any other skill. I bartend for a living, so I have to be good at the extended bullshit. After awhile it’s like a second skin; I just effortlessly fall into this amusing pitter-patter of conversation. No one ever suspects that I’m not really enjoying it; people will come in months later and expect to pick up our “wonderful conversation” right where we left it…not realizing that I do it every day, all day long, and that they weren’t nearly as memorable as I made them feel. 
But I used to be very shy and reserved, just like a lot of the people on this thread; you’d never know it now, so I think the trick is to do it a lot.
(And I had to throw that in there, just b/c a lot of people seem to feel like being bad at smalltalk is some kind of flaw, or inherent failure, and it isn’t. It’s just a trick, like anything else, that has to be practiced. Why do you think so many male bartenders pick up so many women? ;))
Oh, and if I don’t solve a problem immediately, I’ll let it go forever. If I don’t paint my apartment the moment I move in, I never will. If I don’t quit a job the moment I think I should, I’ll stay there forever. If I don’t put up the bookshelves I bought the day I bought them, it’ll take months, and a visit from my mother, for me to get off my ass and do it.
I don’t know what that’s called, but I’m so familiar with it that I compensate for it constantly. “Do it NOW or you NEVER WILL!”
Maybe this is a time management problem.
Or maybe it’s just laziness.