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Any Way The Wind Blows

So like uh, I'm going to hate myself in the morning for this but uh, I think he's pretty adorable and I think he should air his opinions more frequently. He's funny sometimes.

This is probably the second time (which is a freakin hell lot) I'm rambling about him and I know most of The Girls are not too fond of him or at least, how he seems to be.
Sometimes I'm not too but who knows how this works.

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Technology is so underrated.
I think I'll be calling Sharbear (hehe new nick) almost every time we're both online.

And omg I am at an absolute loss at what to bring for the upcoming picnic!
It's a toss up between BBQ chicken and ready-to-microwave pizza.
My mum laughed when I said I wanted to bring mushroom soup.
She muttered something about "This is why you won't get married... Whoever with good sense brings soup to a picnic?"
Campbell Soup's good whaaaat.
And how could my mum curse me like that ):
I'll find a nice man to marry and if not, I'll coerce either an absolute stranger or intimate friend to marry me for at least a year. What happens next, we'll just have to see.

Anything to avoid being a spinster.
See, I was just sending my kid sister to daycare and her teacher was trying to be friendly and gosh knows what is on her Evil Early Childhood Educator list.

Keeks: Lollipop. Buy lollipop, okay? (scoots off to her playcorner)
Me: Okay.
Teacher: That's nice. You're the oldest sister, right?
Me: Yes.
Teacher: So you will know how to take care of your children later on.
Me: (bewildered) Who wants children?
Teacher: Haha you're so funny! (tries to slap my shoulder)
Me: (retreats slightly) Oh you mean when I have children later. If I do decide to marry, I suppose I'll have some experience! (laughs politely)
Teacher: Surely you want to get married! I know some women who are spinsters... They tend to talk to themselves after a while. Spinsters are.. they can... turn weird. So yeah! Haha! (grins so widely, it hurts me to watch her)
Me: Ohkay. Bye.

My reasoning goes pretty much like this - If she can say spinsters are weird, then they definitely are. Call me politically incorrect but yeah, I'd rather err on the side of caution, thank you very much.

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When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
And he'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring
There's no body to batter when your mind is your might
So when you go solo, you hold your own hand
And remember that depth is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land
And if you fall it won't matter, 'cause you know that you're right
-Fiona Apple

I like this poem a lot.

Oh and look!
Me and Keeks.


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