possibly the lamest excuse for a blog post ever.

sorry for the not posting, kids. mummy is very busy with uni-completing and property-buying and, well, just not loving you all enough to be honest.

cope.

i promise to get to the haiku-ing as soon as i possibly can, but until then please enjoy the following waste of time list.



things i am so far enjoying about living alone, five days on:

- unabashed nudity.

i am generally not "abashed" (is that even a word?) about nudity, but i have lived with my sister and brother-in-law for the past six months, and abashedness was called for by all throughout this time.

- guilt-free slobbery.

i dare anybody to try and make me put that mounting stack of plates over there in the dishwasher.

- long, relaxing baths.

nobody knocking on the door needing to pee, no baby crying in the next room. just me, hot water, candlelight, and the sound of silence.

- booty calls.

'nuff said.



UPDATE: things i am so far NOT enjoying about living alone, five days on:

- slipping in the shower, cutting my arm, banging my ass, and NARROWLY avoiding cracking my skull open.

then spending the rest of the morning freaking myself out by imagining how long i would have lain there until somebody burst in through the door and found my poor, naked, mangled body.




i assume within a week i will be so sick of my own company that i will have invented a myriad of invisible playmates to entertain me while i cook/clean/bathe/couch.

i'll be sure to introduce y'all to them as they arrive.

in fact, i think i hear one tap, tap, tapping at my (brain) door now.

send help.

x