lonely little petunia

Every once in a while I get bitten by the lonely bug and would like to have somebody at home when I get there, whether that be a partner, lover, roommate, friend, whatever. You know, somebody whose availability is without question or planning...other than Iniki, he's terrible at cutting up vegetables and isn't really up to snuff on politics or architechture. But then I remember that living alone has with so many advantages that it pretty much kicks ass.

• Knowing that every mess is your own makes cleaning so much easier to endure.
• Designing and decorating exactly how you want...Hello Kitty bathroom, yes please!
• Dirty panties on all the doorknobs, why the hell not?
• Being able to eat pudding out of the tub with your questionably clean fingers while standing at the kitchen counter and listening to the new New Kids on the Black without shame of being caught...uhhhh...priceless!
• Two words...naked yoga
• Never having to close the bathroom door
• Never having to wait to use the bathroom
• Never being surprised by the complete lack of toilet paper
• Only flushing the toilet when you feel it necessary
• Drinking out of every carton in the place so as not to produce dishes
• Washing the very few dishes that only you produce at your leisure
• Not having to explain your need to wake up at two in the morning to practice glittery disco makeup so as to reproduce the Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds scene in the movie Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
• Being able to practice the following in private in your underwear until you are ready to unveil your new dance movies in public:
  

Yup...this is the life.