sometimes i really want to live alone for a while because i feel like then i would be forced to confront my demons on a regular basis. i don't just mean in the morning mirror when i say to myself "jesus christ, woman, how many bags of Doritos did it take to lose those fabulous cheekbones you had?!?!" or late at night when i'm about to fall asleep and realize, as i do each time i try to sleep alone, that at any second i could be viciously attacked by a zombie vampire with a shark fin. what i mean is, to really examine who i am and why i am this way and start to make the small changes that could lead to unlocking the giant, rusty shackles that i have dragged around for twenty-seven years. then i also think that maybe living alone isn't really all that big of a deal, and really the only thing that would be that exciting would be the fact that i could take my laptop onto the toilet with me, and no one would ever have to know.
I’m all about having my girlfriend visit her family or something to get the house and the remote to myself. It’s great during the day when I’m watching sci-fi and horror movies instead of news shows and HGTV…but then it gets dark and I have to turn on all the lights in the house and completely freak out when the dogs and cat look up at the top of the stairs at “nothing”. It’s been a long time since I lived alone…”What’s that Lassie???Dead Timmie’s stuck at the top of the landing?”
Amanda! I have taken my laptop on the potty with me plenty o times – probably read your blog! It’s so great…and I think that Nicki’s seen me do it…and if not, then she knows now. It feels good to come clean.