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The reality will be more like waking sometime between 20:00 and 0:00 hours.
I wanted to cook a steak. Just couldn't do it. I did get the r.o. run through to clean, then set up for tea. Nice, very nice to have clean water back on the menu. And the tea was superb. I didn't add sweetener, which will take some familiarization. But... it was quite good even so. I'll do that on days when I had coffee, or when I'm having an extra tea. Or... sometimes just because.
I won't go without daily "sweetener" though. That stuff, very oddly, is helping me control my blood sugar. Allulose with a few drops of sucrose (liquid splenda). If I go without a few days, blood sugar goes up. Especially when I am not eating as much carnivore as I "should". Sometimes I just can't get to cooking, or I can't eat that much. Just the way it is.
Oh, the message went through? Saw three versions of My Baby Shot Me Down. Yes. It is very good when I am heard. I try to speak, write, think, plainly. No American woman will not do. Trained to be both equal and superior. So be it. More? Tatts? Piercings (beyond one or two per ear)? Fake boobs? Infertile? Not slim? Too old? Well, and how many lovers... men... women... pets? No.
Brutal? Okay. And women weren't? Aren't? Even when they have no reason to be, or hope? Meh. I don't just fight men, if in different ways. But if I have to fight a woman, she won't be my women. Deal with disagreements? Sure, but rightly. That I was heard is enough. For me.
Oh, and to be honest, I doubt if I will find a woman in the Philippines. High expectations... willing to walk. I don't care what she looks like, that's just the start. Seriously, if she is retarded, sly, a liar, a slut, ignorant and unable to alter that? No. I'll take my chips and walk there too. Though there is better prospects there than here. If too, I can't afford a wife here. Though I wouldn't if I could, even if she filled that list.
Well... on to bed. I wonder if tomorrow is recycling? I'll get things collected, and out, either way. Then check in the morning. Or just put it out, in case. Good night. Hey... even if you don't have a chance, it doesn't mean I hate you. Don't make me change my mind. Good night.
Yup, your trash goes out for tomorrow morning. (just trying to help)
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the PI. The "gals" I encountered were rode hard and put away wet (many times) nice, cute, accommodating, friendly... soiled and spoiled. I'm sure I was in disreputable areas of town (HA!< pardon me while I laugh) I was treated well. I'd be willing to bet the Catholic Church has connections for 3rd to 1st world marriages. Raise the Downtrodden and all that. There were two in PI and two in Thailand that I'd be interested to see how they are doing. Three sisters in Tasmania, would be nice to know how they are doing. (mind out of the gutter) they showed hospitality to US. Squids. ah more stories...
green beans and tuna with a slice of mozzarella.
I avoided such places, even in the Navy. I did look around while at nuke school, Orlando. No pay to play, just... looking. Curious. Oh, right, you were there, then. The space shuttle thing. You heard about it, I saw the screw contrails being made. Didn't look good, but hoped it was just a booster that went loopy after release. Wasn't as blackpilled back then as I am now. Mostly.
ReplyDeleteNot that I never did that, just a few times. Three? Curious. Wasn't my gig. And... out of my ability and/or willingness to pay.
I heard about those women though. Best friend, near the end, was a grizzled gunny. We only liked each other because we were both brutal. Went back and forth hating each other until we just... got along. He got a little extra. Not herpes, a mix of several other generally more mundane ones, but... intractable.
I'm going to do steak, after coffee. A bit after. But... yeah. Still, your dinner sounds good. When you get to the righter side of food, it's not about pleasure. But the pleasure becomes... more sane? Simple? Hope it went well.
Oh? But in Charleston, there was a café I would go to from time to time. Lots of decent chicks hung out there. So, I... started flirting and... trying to get in. I had NO idea they were hookers. The whole place shook with laughter when they realized I was clueless. Oh well.
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