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| Han Solo may have been my first crush! |
{The following list is
categorized by topic}
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| Who drank ALL the Java?!?!? Curses! |
Mornings:
- No sharing bathroom/shower time. If I am late to work, only my cat is to blame, which is to say: I hit snooze 11X while snuggling with Fletch before I head downstairs to find 4 piles of barf and a rogue turd. Those inconvenient treats do not mysteriously clean themselves up or evaporate into thin air if ignored. Believe me, I tried. If I had to calculate sharing a bathroom into that eeewquation, I would be fired from my job(s) and hate my mate!
- Never hearing “is there any more coffee left?” Because: fuck yeah there is- AND cow-free milk!
- Sleeping in as late as I want to/waking as early as I want to on my days off, which are akin to Nessie making an appearance. [See also: quasi-non-existent and therefor precious.]
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| WARNING: Cuteness EXPLOSION! TRY to NOT barf! |
Evenings:
- Arriving home from work greeted by cherished silence. (Occasional meows not included. Kitty cannot open the fridge & feed herself after all.) If I want to hear noises, it is all my doing, be they musical, productive/creative or my own voice chatting/singing. But most of the time, I keep it epically silent. It does my Soul good!
- Going to bed whenever works for me. Maybe I fall asleep for a while on the couch before I go upstairs and crawl into bed, maybe I watch a video before I sleep while in bed. I decide. And I don't miss feeling compelled to sleep when my “other” does... or follow them to bed in hopes of getting laid/snuggling. Expectations = disappointments!
- Unlike a human's snoring, the sound of my cat's snoring next to me in bed at night is sweet, comforting and charming. And quiet.
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| I found this image and thought to myself: I AM FUCKED |
Creative Time:
- If I feel inspired to sculpt or paint manically at 2 am and need to get it out of my system, say, until sunrise, I don't need to go to the studio across town (not an option without a car right now) to do so. Having the space (both in my home and in my Soul) to explore this process is vital and yes, it makes a huge difference even if there's another human body in my house. Really.
- No self-consciousness about making music or singing off key. Fletcher doesn't judge or make me feel bad about my attempts at this outlet.
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| Like this, it was... EXCEPT the Pepperoncini were GONE TOO! Bastards! |
Food:
- NEVER having to ask “did you eat the last avocado?” when I know it was my “other” but I am avoiding a trivial argument. I know it doesn't matter in the ephemeral big picture- but it does! [See also: coffee in the morning-time.]
- Deciding about my meals without taking into consideration if anyone else ate already or is craving something different than I am. I abhorred those lame-ass calls to find out “where do you want to eat tonight?” especially to find out “oh, I already ate” then returning home to see only meat-related foods remaining in the fridge and all my vegetarian and vegan stuff gone! True fucking story.
- Cooking late at night followed by cleaning up loudly after myself OR leaving the fallout all over the kitchen to clean up whenever I feel like it.
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| Were you raised in a barn?!? Don't track mud through my house! |
Chores:
- Cleaning the house or not cleaning the house happens whenever I decide. If my place is a mess, I made it so. I do not harbor resentment if I spend hours cleaning and it's untidy the next day. Who left stinky socks in the hallway? I did. Perfect place for them, no?
- I pay my bills and rent on time. I do not need to ask for anyone else's share. No excuses.
- The cat box is tidier than ever, since I do not hear any complaints about Fletcher's bathroom habits. Just hearing someone's dang whining about scooping it in the past made me not want to keep up with it- even when I did. I am a fervent scooper.
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| Too much of this... Ick. |
Compromise:
- Say I want to listen to some guilty-pleasures music full-blast, I do. And I sing along. No shame.
- I am free to watch the same shows/movies over and over again without being questioned why. Because I do that too.
- I get all the blankets. Every time. And the best pillows to boot.
- The heat is on whatever temp feels comfy to me.
I DID.
Farting:
- Often and with no regrets or embarrassment.
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| TUMBLER IS NOT A FUCKING TECHYWEB THINGy. It is a Vessel Which Holds Beverages! |
All in all, I love living
alone, as well as being single. I initially moved out as a teenager
and lived alone with Fletcher and Zenobia until my lover moved in
with me. I lived solo for almost 7 years in my own apartment before
she moved in. It was wonderful. Even if I wasn't living with a lover,
I lived with room-mates, all dudes. With the exception of one, they
were Messy Marvins or downright pig slobs. Gross.
And after 15 solid,
tedious, rollercoastery years living as a chronic monogamist, I
needed some time off the dating grid. Enough about that.
Ann & Nancy are SO Badass!
Feel free to sing along & even rock some air-guitar!
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