I’m a very picky eater. I will not eat new things. It takes me trucks and trucks of courage to try something entirely new, something outside of what I know… Like sushi. When I try food though, and like it, I will love that dish and go at it twice a day seven days a week. 

I’m extremely precise about where I eat. Restaurants, people’s houses, fast food joints… My mind has to become friends with where my food is coming from before I can eat it. It’s just one of those things. 
If I suspect that a certain cook is unhygienic, or is wiping their sweat with the tortilla that’s supposed to be my burrito’s home. No no. It’s such images inside my head that make me think really deeply about “what what goes in”. 

I like to pay attention to what goes into my mouth as much as what comes out I guess. 
My best food (comfort-wise) is the food that I have made myself. 

Reference : 

Matthew 15:11
What goes into a man’s mouth does not make him ‘unclean,’ but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him ‘unclean.’”

I like Virginia, not just because the sun is warm in the winter, or because it doesn’t get as extremely cold as Massachusetts, but because it has treated me well. :) 

Its going to be sad when I leave a few days from now: every good thing comes to an end though. And back to the North Pole will I be! Oh well, I might as well just enjoy it while it’s still here. 

I’ve been active today. I took one of my therapeutic long showers and the usual morning festivities, cleaned my contact lens cases (no one actually ever told me how much protein is capable of building up in there, boy!) Cleaned the kitchen of Person’s uncleaned yesterday bacon grease that was all over the place, made breakfast which we had straight off the stove, carried a healthy number of boxes to the recycling bin and two weeks worth of trash haha… Person and I found the recycling bin overflowing with apparent holiday trash, so we left the boxes next to the recycling bin and walked back to the house. I was very satisfied that we moved the last of all the moving-boxes. 
Now that both of the balconies are nice and spacious, everybody can smoke in peace.

I basically just stuffed food down my throat and stayed on my laptop the rest of the day… Oh, and i took pictures too!
Person and i made plans to go thing-shopping this evening until he got lazy. Usually am the one that gets stuck to the couch, today though, I kept reminding him so I wouldn’t be blamed. And he said, “Ugh! Am so tired.” That made me sorta kinda just a teeny weeny bit happy. Shows how no one is a robot. Organic happiness right there. :) 

Today I drank my first ever glass of Egg Nog. 
The reason why I tried this drink, was because of it’s “expensive look.” Many people don’t believe in “over-the-top-spending” but luckily enough, I fall in the other category of “over-the-top-spenders.” When I walk into a store and or an isle in a store, my eyes are always going to linger away from the sales and discounts and red tags and what not, and fall right onto the highest price around. I have put a thing in a back onto the shelf just because the price was too low. I’m definitely not a snob, I promise, I go where the most money is. 

So, on the day we went grocery shopping, we each picked the food we each liked and put it in the carriage. He’d go for the cheaper prices, I, on the other hand, always grabbed the more expensive spices or whatever. Until he got tired and just let me put the things that I picked out in the carriage. Anyway, I chose a more expensive brand name for the eggnog, he picked the store brand. With all the hype about the “traditional (apparently amazing creamy) Christmas and winter drink,” my 1st taste of egg nog was one of those tastes you’d never chose to have in your mouth. For me, anyways. Excuse The Shami if I sound biased, but the price… There’s always something about the price.

The more expensive, the better.
Organic Vs. GMO 
Store brand Vs. Name brand 
Expensive throngs will forever rule the world. Now LV, Gucci, Prada, Fendi are in a different category of spending… But yeah, those too. 
My mother used to yell at how extravagant I was all the time. 
I always liked the better things: shoes, toothbrushes, panties, and money. I always got what I wanted though. My dad… And mom, made sure of it. My brother and I always got what we wanted, even at the worst of times. And that’s a story for a different day. 
Point is: Name Brand expensive egg nog > Cheap store brand egg nog.
If I hadn’t picked the creamier and fancier egg nog, I probably would have hated egg nog for the rest of my life. It’s that serious. 

I’m not saying I don’t buy cheap things, because I shop at XXI Forever (sometimes). 
But yeah, egg nog (the right kind) is orgasmic! 

So what else happened? Um… 
My friend didn’t keep his word on going a week without taking liquor, and I just caught him with a glass of Jack Daniel’s in his left hand. I called him out on his bullshit because he’s always going on about “drive” and things. 

I have a pack of green apple Tic Tacs right next to my computer, but I don’t wanna eat them. It’s just a weird thought that came through my mind, “How many Tic Tacs is too many?” I even Googled it. I found a few questions on yahoo about it and most of the answers were “Oh I eat a whole pack in 30 seconds and the like.” Ooh! I just put two in my mouth! Hehe… Tic Tacs are breath mints (orange Tic Tacs are boss) and am thinking if these little things are meant to keep my breath fresh, how many is too many? Because I think of it as eating little flavored Colgate (I just ate 5 more) mints. Aaah… The debate continues… I think I’ll stick to chewing gum. Or better yet, no candy just more brushing of teeth and washing of face. This would save my teeth from further cavities (I’ve had enough in this lifetime) and less processed sugars and weird chemicals. 

Mhmm!

I asked my friend if I could have his age-old olive hooded jacket and he said no. Am still going to try to sell him a deal, see if he’ll keep my Kenneth Cole watch as a swap for his jacket. I feel attached to this jacket, it looks like a huge mini sweater dress on me. Definitely a love at first sight. 
And it makes me happy.
I hope I can get to keep it. :)