Staying In is the New Going Out

It's amazing how I've evolved into a younger, watered down, third world version of domestic daddy lately. Just last night, I was in the shower scrubbing the fuck out of that floor like it's a Vogue Hommes editorial. The only thing missing was Meisel and maybe a flat stomach.

I was dripping with sweat two nights ago doing home improvements while yesterday, I spent the afternoon slaving over my tuna-prawn pasta. I'm proud of it!

I also recently tried iced tea with mint leaves. I think I have to put more leaves next time.

Also last night, I found myself chopping carrots which I mixed with corn and sauteed in butter.

Staying at home the entire day doing chores does get very frustrating, especially the cleaning part. But I think I'll be fine.

I have to cut this short. That pan of potaters won't mash itself.

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