Soooo I decided to put up a new blog. I’m not going to come right out and announce that I’m “back in a blog phase” because once again it might not stick. I think I came on too strong last time. Trying to put out, like, 1 a day?! Who was I kidding; that kind of blog stamina shall be left to the porn stars of the blog world.
When I decided to start writing again the first thing I thought was, “wow I’m lonely.” This isn’t to say that people who blog are lonely; I was simply noting the coincidence that I am now living alone and also had an urge to start writing again. So it’s either the crippling loneliness, or my new found appreciation for peyote – I’ll let you guys decide.
I would like to first point out a few highlights to living alone
- I can poop with the door open (not saying I do, just saying I could)
- I perform most tasks sans pants
- No one steals my food
- The length of my shower is limited only by the hot water left in my building
The complaint I have about my apartment is less about living alone and more about the loud smashing noise that happens 2-3 times a day above my head. Each time it’s just a single horrible bang that sounds like a vat of homemade meth exploding. I do happen to know that there is an exceptionally large Japanese woman (the rarest of the birds) who lives in unit 3 above me. My best guess is that the bang is the sound of her falling to her knees for meal times.
Ugh... I wasn’t planning on ending my blog with chubby racism. Sometimes these things just happen. Till next time.