So I wrote that post whenever ago listing the best things about living single. I still love it (Living alone, that is...and the post I wrote. It was genius.). Waaaaaayyyy bigtime. Here are some activities I want to add on to my previous list of solitary wonderment:
1. Recording songs. No one wants to sit and listen to me sing the same thing over and over, trying out different harmonies and fixing mistakes. I do, but you don't. So don't live with me.
2. I get to make up my own blues lyrics. From a Facebook post yesterday, so I don't have to retype it:
"Ohhhhh man, most fun thing I've done in a long time? So, I forgot I didn't cancel my 10:10 Saturday alarm (dude, woke up at 7:30), and in the very beginning of my shower today, its bluesy piano groove started going off ("Piano Riff" for you iPhone folks, the beginning of "Bad to the Bone" for everyone else). Instead of risking electrocution or phone ruinage, I let it go...and go and go...while I made up my own blues song for the remaining fourteen minutes of my shower. Y'all, I am a lyrical GENIUS. Who knew so much material could be created about forbidden love, knees, and birthday parties? (Note that I tried to stick to classic blues themes, but got off track. Figures.)"
3. No one else drinks my chocolate milk. Back up off my Ovaltine, please.
4. No one knows what cheesy or dumb or fluffy novel I'm reading, or just how awful it really is. I'm laughing out loud at someone who's just like me. I don't need to tell you all the dumb things they do that remind me of me. Nor do I need to tell you that they are a fourteen-year-old girl.
5. I can use garlic, cloves and cloves of it, in pretty much everything I cook for a week, and my coworkers are the only ones who can complain. Thankfully, lots of the kids have hygiene issues, so they tend to mask me anyway. YES.
6. There's no risk of others getting music overload from my 24/7 soundtrack to life. It's a pretty sweet soundtrack, I must say, but I can see that it might get kind of old never having silence. Ever. Not even when showering or sleeping.
7. If I want to hang wrinkled clothes in the shower, I can. Hasta la vista, iron.
8. I can have five jewelry stations. One on the coffee table, one on the counter, one on my nightstand, one on my jewelry cabinet, and one on my dresser. All with different purposes.
9. A recording of Hawaii Five-0 paused on Alex O'Laughlin's rugged, scruffy jawline does not incite arguments or switching of the channels. I don't think I need to elaborate. Actually, I do:
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10. I have no ten. Unless lying on the floor is something I can't do if I live with someone else, in which case Lying on the floor for who knows how long doing a whole lotta nada. Bam. Take that. Nobody gets between me and my floor.
K thx byeee!
(That wasn't very grown of me, was it? Sorry. It was my inner dumb fourteen-year-old young adult novel protagonist speaking.)
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