I’m trying to write as much as possible while I can. I got my nails done in Korea, and it’s a bit annoying to type because they’re too long, but okay. Afterpay got me promoted to Mint™️ level, and now I don’t even have to pay upfront. The first payment goes through two weeks later, and it’s very much so dangerous. Now my total owing is $1988.55 in 60 days, Fighting me!
I am upset about Hendrick’s gin marketing and its design team. The bottle gives me an impression of a secret old medicine stolen from a hermit’s cave vibe, but it actually tastes like a fairy’s drink, and that fairy lives in a clean air conditioner in a modern apartment. It’s refreshing, summer-y, delicate, defined, polished. It’s so pretty too; you may wonder how a liquor can be pretty to ugly, but think about warm beer. It’s so clear and slightly thicker than water, so you can see it swirls when you spin your ice cubes. Pouring tonic releases small tiny bubbles, Bubble is bubbling, and it looks cute too. Putting strawberry or cucumber makes color changes to some degree, and I think I like this way the most. It’s just a piece of art!
A noob alcohol-er like me would never know how good Hendrick’s can be because I only bought Yukiyo and Malfy due to their cuteness. They are not bad, but they have significant added(?) flavors whereas Hendrick’s is more mysterious and garden-y.
The other day, L made a color-changing magical gin-tonic with Ink; it looks incredible before it changes color like if Na’vi (from Avatar) have wonderful sex and they cum.
There are too many types of gin and many more types of tonic, so I’m excited about it. It changes taste and looks depending on how you mix and match, like an adult version of milk-tea. Choose your base, choose your topping, sugar, and ice level…
A little bit of alcohol calms me down too, but I think there is a thin line between calm-down and be sad. Learning to acknowledge where the line is. Drinking alone, in fact, is good; you are sad if you can’t do certain things alone.
One day when I’m finally pregnant triplets,
- Because I don’t want to labor three times and lose my hair, be half-bald, fat, and swollen for a total of 27 months.
- According to researchers(include L, for sure), it is okay (or better) to sex regularly during pregnancy, so one of my worries; no sex for 27 months. Is gone but still, I’ll lose my youthful sexy combined with cuteness look, and I’ll have to work hard recovering from it.
I always want the greatest outcome with such minimal effort. As a consequence, things never worked out.
Anyway, when I finally have three in my womb, or most likely before that, possibly anytime soon, I will be a full-time pregnant woman. You know in Korea, it’s not uncommon for jobless moms (full-time housewives) to live off their blog posts, specifically, reviews? They start as hobbyists, and as the follower grows, they become a full-time blogger (or salesperson because they end up selling something always). They review or sell everything from restaurants, cafes to kitchen gadgets, cosmetic surgery. I find that funny considering how they come to a venue and say, “I’m a power blogger” (Korean way of saying ‘influencer’) and expect special (or better) treatment, etc., but they are doing better than me, don’t they? We write the same, but some make money and some, like me, can’t. Well, technically, I do because I met L. Even though I’m not going to write about my sex experience with strangers, I maintain my hope in this industry and the business. It’s an inexhaustible bag of gold, spring water that never runs dry. I don’t have to talk about my personal encounters with sex pricks(well maybe I will still do but with the one partner) but many other ways to create value, Possibilities are unlimited. I might stop writing here; my elbows hurt uwu.
