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Husband material and Ralphs

Reasons why I’m not the marrying type:

#1: I’m not husband material.

I’m irresponsible. Lazy. I like to talk back at the tv. I eat constantly, will probably eat house and home if I was in a gingerbread house. I may be the gentleman for all the internet to see but at home there’s no “please” or “thanks” maybe a “hmm” or “That’s god awful” but that’s it.

And I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit of a womanizer or manizer, whatever you call it, I like to stare at people. Not R rated stuff just “oh she has nice hands” or “He has a cool jacket, wonder where I could get that? Maybe there’s something on doa, or something better on streetpeeper, or GQ…I wonder if Jason Stathom would wear this?…” which then leads me to other random thoughts.

Can you  tell I’m not the settling down type yet? I’m gonna be like that old dude, Clooney.

Sometimes I don’t want to see anyone for days. I can be up different hours of the day or stay awake for days and sleep the same amount. I’ve become a bit of a recluse now.

And I heard somewhere that ‘A spouse is difficult, a child is troublesome, and children is impossible when it comes to wanting to do your own thing.’ A nice little trap you get yourself into…willingly! I don’t do contracts! Even if it was one of those domestics/open/poly stuff, the fact that I know and you know…will make me uneasy. That and I don’t separate my clothes when I do laundry. I let the water run when I wash dishes. I know there are other negatives to this whole thing but can’t think of them at the moment.

This wasn’t intended to be a list of my activities. Let’s just say the only romantic relationship I’m ever going to be in is my mistress. (Her name is le grande piano)

Actually I think this whole thing is nullified because we’re both underaged and I hugged someone else today who was even younger than you Machi…phew now I don’t have to bring out any bricks (someone told me a brick would help and don’t know how it would)

And with that, I’ll end this part with a song…Delicate by Damien Rice Okay let’s go to Ralphs…this is making me hungry.

Boy Mosan you should go to law school with that argument.

I’m never going back to school. There are many people who are successful without degrees. Look at Charles Schulz, the creator of Charlie Brown, he wasn’t very good in school (An E in Arithmetic, the worst grade) and he’s done pretty good for himself. I don’t want to think about how art students need degrees, ridiculous.

Okay ^^;  So I finally got bored enough to start snipping off pieces of my sister’s old shirt. I only cut off both sleeves halfway so she could still wear it if she decides to go against my rule of “no buying shirts in gray anymore.”

The sleeves turned out to be longer and looser than I expected and the bottom seemed to get longer and longer… I should really start measuring these things. But we now have a regular shirt that I can make long for a pajama look or tuck it in. Or attach things to it because I thought there was too much gray.

Mori, my sister, and I made a quick trip to Ralphs for some snacks.

Snacks being a relative term.

Okay, I wouldn’t choose cottage cheese as a snack choice but I wanted it anyway. We left the animal crackers and the Dreyers was my sisters but you got the point that we were stocking up. Not for the Super Bowl either; there were many people at Ralphs so busy that no one noticed Mosan. Don’t care. I’m trying to open this bag of cookies. It’s been cold lately, a lot lately, oh groundhog, will it also be cold during the California Strawberry Festival? Because I’m thinking of bringing Mori along.

Many different styles all in one, how handy

Tucked in, the best sewn shirt so far

An optional accessory...bleh

This heart looks better, if I was a girl called Mari

As you can see, I can eat more than my weight or size in snacks alone