Pets, Socks, Rice and Haircuts

I love Pets, Socks, Rice & Haircuts. 

I love my dog and rice cookers. I wear socks and give myself haircuts. 

I like pets. I used to be deathly afraid of dogs. I used to live next to a dude who owned two pitbulls and a rottweiler. But now I'm a dog owner. I love pets because they're not phony. They're not full of crap, nor are they apologetic, pathetic pussies. If they have a beard, funky hair, no tail, bushy tail or bad breathe, they work it. Sometimes they feel nervous, excited, and maybe a bit embarrassed and it's usually solved by a wet stain on your carpet or a smell plastic bag. It's funny that we can love our pets so much and hold so much emotion for them but they don't feel anything for us. But we make ourselves think that our pets are our best friends and if we were trapped in a burning building, our 8 pound shitzhu is gonna be the first one to try and pull us out. pft. But, I'd like to think my 8 pound shitzhu would do that for me. I love pets. 

Socks are my undying clothing obsession. I think I have too many socks. I like solid, odd coloured, bright socks. It's like, your indoor shoe. Some might ask me, Why do you care for such a clothing item that is rarely even seen when you wear them? Well, you might not ever see my socks because I wear pants 365 days a year but wearing nice socks gives me that feeling of comfortability. Much like God, and the wind. You never really see them, but you can feel them. Today I'm wearing dark green socks. 

I'm asian. I'm filipino. What else can I say about rice? I like rice. It goes good with every dish my mother makes. I used to eat rice, and ketchup. That's it. Rice, the foundation of my life, my culture, my home. 

I ran into my friend Lou on the skytrain and the first thing he said was "I hate the feeling of freshly cut hair". Cutting my own hair is a chore I'd love to do everyday if it didn't result in my having no hair at all by the end of it. I've been cutting my own hair for the past 2 years and I couldn't be more happier. I apologize to Barbara(my hairdresser). One day, I will get a proper haircut. Good hair always impresses me. As much as I like hair, I envy those baldheaded dudes who don't have to worry 'bout any of that. Like, Michael Jordan. 'nough said. - God is Love

(inspired by Andrea Rosen, thank you for reminding me to write, because I love writing, and love writing about, stuff)