One of my most recent adventures (with much subtext and footnotes) has me living alone for the first time in my life, not counting Bubbles the fish. I've been working my living-alone mojo and realized, again, this morning that I LOVE sleeping diagonally in my bed. It's been a trend for many weeks now and I still wake up worried that I need to scoot over...and then I don't.
Today is my last day of summer break before grad school starts up all over again. I slept in (diagonally), made at least four espresso shots that I didn't have to share (this apartment has a shortage of plugs and my coffee pot moved to the day job), practiced for a few hours, and then came home to watch cheesey chick flicks.
Again, since I'm living alone, I had neither cooing roommates nor hesitant males in the same room as I watched a very predictable happy-ending movie. I was able to squeal at the cutesy parts, "AW" at the big love scenes, and get a wee bit teary at the finale all without any eye-witnesses.
I still think the suckiest part of living alone is that dishes don't washed on a regular basis (I will one day live with either a dishwasher or a bigger sink) and the dirty laundry hangs out longer that I like (laundry is a boy's job). I also find I talk to Bubbles quite a bit, which either points to me being a bit of an extrovert, or some wierd chick living alone who talks to her fish. I'm not sure which...
An Erinku!
M&Ms
in my fridge
make me happy
I like Bob Ross
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ross
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