How to grow your own kitchen herb garden? SRSLY???
I kinda knew that deciding to live with my boyfriend will domesticate me, but I had no idea that it would come to this.
We spend more time shopping for home stuff now than shopping for clothes. Before, we would spend hours just strolling through the mall and checking out the new stuff in Topman and Zara. Now we spend most of our mall time inside the department store’s home section.
We run into our friends while doing grocery-shopping in Shopwise, whereas before we would usually run into them while we’re out on a date in Greenbelt. We also had them over for drinks the other night, and the talk unavoidably turned to home decor and whether it would be better to just have an area rug with pillows or to get a couch.
But this is what really blew my mind and made me realize that I have undergone a major change: Boyfie went home to visit his parents today, so I had the place to myself. But instead of watching porn or something, I found myself reading guides on how to start your own indoor herb garden.
Puta, housewife??? My mom would be so proud of me.
I remember I was chatting with Em (@do-it-kid) a few nights ago and he said “Mukhang career woman ang peg mo ngayon ah.” Hindi, teh. Desperate Housewives daw pala.
