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About Kawasaki

But srsly, it pisses me off sometimes. These gals, they’re sellin’ somethin’ so basic—human stuff, ya know?—and society’s all, “Ew, gross!” Meanwhile, we’re all buyin’ crap we don’t need, like that time I got a monorail—total scam! Whores tho, they’re honest bout it. No fake ads, just, “Hey, here’s the deal.” Respect, man. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a Duff, thinkin’, “Maybe they’re the smart ones.”

KonMari’s Guide for Mindful Discarding: Komono Category

Yes the Komono does feel never ending but it will end. Seeing as the baby stuff is something you deal with on a daily basis I'd probably start with that but look up one of the downloadable lists .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōbō Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, the onigiri here is like a hug in rice form. But then, as I’m munching, I see this old dude, like, totally losing it over a parking spot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a spot! But nah, he’s yelling at this poor lady who’s just trying to park her kei car. I’m standing there, half-eating my onigiri, thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s not the end of the world!”

Komono Parrot 80s-style talking digital watch