The future

I went to retrieve the mail today and there was a copy of working mother. I thought, okay well that's weird I don't know why anyone would subscribe to this. I look at the name on the address portion of the magazine and I see Joanna Lo. Okay, woah woah woah hold up. When did I become a working mother. Whoever sent this to me was probably mistaken by my large stomach and thought that I was expecting. Well, if anything at least they got the working part right. As for mother... I'm not as against the idea as I used to be. I really don't want kids but I realize that if I do indeed get married and my future husband really wants children I think I would be okay with it. At least I would try to be okay with it (but seriously 2 is my limit). After all, marriage is about compromise right? Chances are I'm probably not going to get married because I'm too picky about guys. People say that it's okay to settle, but is it so wrong to wait for my prince charming? Ahem... actually I already have a prince charming he just doesn't know that I exist yet. It's okay one day I'll bump into Blue at Taoyuan airport and he'll fall in love with me and we'll get married and live happily ever after. Either that or I'll meet Joe Brooks and we can get married as well. I could use an Englishman as a husband (he's only 23!).

Man, every single Monday morning at 4:13am an old woman (at least I think it's an old woman) comes around in a rickety shopping cart and attempts to collect recyclable good from the recycling trashcan. It's so annoying getting woken up after I'm already asleep, so I choose to stay up until the old woman takes the bottles and leaves. I think I should start bagging the recyclables separately for her so that she can just grab it and leave. That way I can get a bit more sleep. Either that or be a creeper and have a stakeout outside the house waiting for her.

It's hot today.

eat corn & gummi bears <3