I would take shots of my house.

Something is quite fishy in my house. Upstairs - the attic --- it is mysteriously under observation. It is like a toolshed. It is quite mysteriously the stereotype --- quite really "despised" and "despicable" --- somehow...this attic house is...despised....quite despised for (umm..."look natural" but "don't look like a stereotype")...suddenly, I don't know what my house is for.  So really. This house is actually...not so...filled with stuff?? Yes it looks Japanese. It looks like there's room for moving around and dancing and stuff. I really don't know what to do. I head to the computer or to my notebook to draw and write. I have to figure out this confusion in my head. I don't know. Yes, I would like to go downstairs to SM Marikina and eat at Tokyo Tokyo. I would like to just eat. I want Oyakudon for Takehiro and Chicken Katsudon for myself. I really have tons of Ethyl Alcohol for flesh wounds and germs. I want to understand my house. 

What's this Ethyl Alcohol for anyway? I think this is telling us that there is no such thing as deodorant. I really don't like the smell of deodorant --- I would rather go to the bathroom and reapply cologne. I also really like wearing nice clothes at home. I really don't want to wear day-old clothes or house clothes with holes and threadbares. I want house clothes that are just the same as going out to...umm..someplace formal. I really live in the umm...Someplace more lost in the world than Noroi. So I live in Okinawa. I would like to go to Tokyo later.