Time change and so have my taste,

i began to realize this, after starting my first full time job.

Our type of ideal changes as we move on to different stages of our life, be it age range, a change of job or a change of environment.

When i was way way way, my god way younger, my ideal was someone cool, who could play the guitar, someone whose hair was probably the height of a tsunami with all that hair wax, someone when you walk down the street with, people will go like ” oh my god, isn’t he wow”

but when i grow slightly more older, A&F model were in, with those hot bods and dazzling commercial perfect white teeth and brownie points if he could pull off specs, like

And then came a time where korean guys were basically the cause of my rising blood pressure and nosebleeds along with my anime characters which strangely are fictional ( GOD DAMN IT)

However, as i went through stages of my life, i realized, yes i will always have a fetish for anime guys, yes i would tend to favor people who are animal lovers more than the rest and people who don’t give a shit ¬†and also lip bitters,

but my ideal type will constantly change and i am okay with that because life moves on, people change and so does preferences.

And beside, my idea of prince charming would probably be the furthest thing from my actual date and that would be horrific but you know what people say,

“Those are where the good stories are made up off, ”

well that saying could be wrong, but we’ll just go with it

xoxo,

MR.

How long has it been? MYGOD

i came back to wordpress today and my god, everything looks and feels different,
how long have i been away?

Truth be told, i miss writing but being a working adult, i really feel like 24 hours is really not enough especially when you work in shifts.

Everything becomes too tiring and there are days where i actually don’t snuggle with my cat because i get to tired to drag him to bed with me and it feels like a need a new job, something that is more engaging and stable and mostly, that allows me to stop running after time and breeze walk with it.

oh my, what have life become,

xoxo,

MR,