I live alone!
well not really. M's taken off for magical family trips abroad, of which I'm horribly jealous. leaving me to my own devices in our apartment for 16 whole days. the first couple of days were a little disconcerting.post wild-wild-west, I wasn't sure if I could live alone again. I hadn't done it properly in months, and when I had I was Incredibly Depressed.
Now, I did live alone for 2 years and really enjoyed it. I was that girl- the one who goes to movies alone and can eat alone in a restaurant (with a protective book coating however), and enjoys her own company. Independant and awesome. post WWW? not so much.
So I moved in with a pal and it's been pretty good. someone's home when I get home, or rather, cause we work completly opposite hours, the spectre of someone else is home when I get home most of the time. I know that someone else lives here and he will eventually be returning, which makes you feel.....way less lonely I guess.
Thing was that's a little creepy, isn't it? cause I don't want to live with someone because I'm lonely. so this week has been good for that- he's gone, and the first few days I noticed but after that, I adjusted. and it's good.
It's also good because I can welcome back the underpants booty dance every morning. as well as perpetual slobbery and nakedness.
first: since he usuallyw orks nights, I have to be pretty quiet in the morning. Without a grumpy bear snoring away in the next room, i can blast disco and boogie around my kitchen while getting ready.
which is, by the way, a total mess. I'm a huge huge HUGE slob and I'm sort of reveling in my own filth now that anal-retentive annie (i.e my very clean roommate) has departed. There are dishes in the sink from the day he left, abotu a week ago. there are clothes in every room. my bra is currently sitting on the couch. my dress pants from yesterday are in the hall. my makeup is all over the bathroom, and I haven't bothered to put away my things after I did my nails 4 days ago in the living room.
flip side of that is that it's starting to bug me. clearly living with a clean-ahlic has rubbed off. I like a clean apartmne tnow. maybe it's something abotu getting used to coming hom eto fluffed couch cushions arranged just so and a sparkling kitchen and bathroom. So I'm going to snap soon and clean.
Also because this may be getting a little unsanitary and I don't want to catch something, as I'm pretty much naked all the time now. oh yes. THIS THIS is the thing I've missed the most living with a guy! Naked time. sweet, blissful, waistband free naked time. the delightful feel of air on skin and never having to keep pants on once I'm in the door. airdrying after a shower. bliss.
now I'm pretty naked most of the time anyway, even when he's here. we've sort of hit the point where underpants are fine, not for like hanging out, but if we run into each other in the hall we can have a conversation and it's fine. as long as I'm earing a shirt. and big underwear. but when he's not phyiscally in the apartment, I'm pretty naked most of the time. but youi're always waiting for that door to open so you can scurry quickly back and find a top, quick! I like the security of knowing that if I want to be captain nudey pants all day long, no one's gonna bust in on me.
so reign on captain naked slob, reign on!
ps sidebar: as to my post yesterday. BIT if you or your spies are reading this, I'm kidding. yes. I am. sort of.
Also I acknoledge that a certain amount of personal PR is neccessary n any industry and I'm cool with that. I smile and go to lunch with BIT and share personal things so I don't seem aloof (this does not however mean you KNOW me, and can make judgements on things. you don't and you can't. that's for my friends to do, not my boss). what i don't like is the obsessive grovelling adn the implication that I must do that for job security and advancement. I prefer to think I'm going to get and keep jobs because I'm good. Merits, not suckage. might want to consier that BIT.
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