Also lol my dad. In the process of moving some stuff home while I look for a new place and my dad raids my bags for clothing to wash, citing that I'm "a dirty person who never washes his pants."
Anyways I get back a little while ago and he's folding my clothes and as he's folding these nonnative cropped cargo pants (it has huuuge pockets) he goes: "What is this made in japan shit? It's so hard to fold. Why did you buy this? It's like some shit samurais wear"
anyone know where i can find second hand "wacky" stuff like bernard wilhelm and designers like that? looking for a bunch of stuff in that realm...
I just finished driving back home from Boston today and at dinner my dad mentioned I was looking a bit "chunky" in the midsection. Looked in the mirror and the weight of this past month's insanity has finally begun to wash over me.
Reading period + finals week + senior week + grad/post-grad activities – all exercise = (excessive, uninterrupted seated study x poor sleep schedule)^(godawfully shitty eating habits) + tooooo much drinking.
So this is what happens as the body gets older. Whoops.
You all should be ashamed. A 5'6" Asian can out drink the lot of you
I've had two beers this month and that's a high number, so my tolerance has gone WAY down, I used to be able to clean of a 70cl bottle of vodka etc. on my own and then wake up and go to work the next day, like I had been sleeping all night.
Originally Posted by stevent
I get offered thousands less than asking prices regularly that's what the offer does but who knows sometimes a seller will sell for way less
Well if there's thousands to take off its a more exspensive item, so 10% seems like less then a 100$ item.
Hah, my parents are absolutely fucking amazing. Now that I have been living on my own for a while they baby me constantly when I'm home to visit, even though back when I was younger I was always about an inch away from getting smacked. Dad cooks the most amazing Vietnamese food and I'm lucky that I've picked up a lot from him since a lot of dishes you can't order. Parents rule, ya'll.
And he always wore Drakkar Noir, so no matter what people say about that fragrance I always like it.
My parents are pretty great too, though I always feel like a 16 year old when I'm around them.
My mother got to do some pretty good cooking, but I don't think that she ever loved it. These days, she won't make anything "fancy". I think that she feels like she did her part raising four boys, and now, she is allowed to just chill out. My brother wanted these lemon bars that she used to make, for his wedding, and she laughed and told him that the bakery did a great job with those. She also infomed me that while she will be buying my daughters cute clothes (those two have a medium sized shop in their closets, and they are under six), that she finds boys' clothes boring, and will only buy stuff if absolutely necessary. She also perfected pie crusts when I was a kid. For about 2 months, it was heaven at our house. She'd make two pies a day. Then, one day, when she'd perfected her hand, she was like "I'm done", and I think that in the ensuing 20 years or so, she has averaged a pie ever 2 years, maybe - essentially when we came home to visit, or for holidays. But now, she is like "Go to the bakery, they do a great job."
My father can't fry eggs. Literally. He tried once, when my mother was in labor with my youngest brother, and forgot to oil the wok, and it was a mess. We ended up eating McDonald's, I think. So... they have a very traditional marriage. I think like, pre-War (and by that I mean WWII) style. He makes the money, she spends the money and keeps track of it, and they are happy.