Sep
29
All By Myself
This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever lived alone. It’s pretty fun, if a little lonely sometimes. I’ve noticed some things, both good and bad.
- Good: No one steals my toothpaste/milk/cereal/fruit/etc.
- Bad: There is no toothpaste/milk/cereal/fruit/etc for me to steal when I run out unexpectedly.
- Good: There’s no one to judge me when I bring home an ugly/fat/one-armed girl. (Just kidding Mom! I don’t really do this. (I go to their place so I can sneak out in the morning.))
- Bad: No morning-after living-room-recaps
- Good: The minute I set foot in my apartment I take all my clothes off and hang out in my underwear.
- Bad: …Actually, this one is all good.
- Good: There’s no one who will make fun of me for watching How I Met Your Mother.
- Bad: I have to watch How I Met Your Mother alone, which means that I can’t even claim to watch it ironically anymore. Which is sad, because that show has become awful.
