THE SOLITARY LIFE

I've been living on my own since fall of 2000. And while it peacefully allows me to operate at my own pace; admittedly, there are many downsides to it. For one thing, that many years are sure to bring about a considerable amount of change in any person; yet, my bad habits have sworn to stick. I didn't believe my parents when they told me as much.

Currently my life entails, among other things:

• Loacker and caramel milk for midafternoon breakfasts – four days running.
• Frozen pineapple and strawberries for dinner – nearly every night.
• Substitution of potato munchers and popcorn for all things.
• Being an expert on all take-out joints, citywide. (Note to self: must learn to cook and delight in it.)
• Taking singing to dangerous heights (or lows depending on who's listening).
• Discovering that bills need to be paid on time.
• Watching the CSI Marathon - uninterrupted. (Read: wasting countless hours without being made to feel an ounce of guilt.)
• Lazing around the apartment in a t-shirt and boy shorts while listening to the cheesiest 80's music I can find.
• Piling up dirty laundry to the point of running out of fresh wardrobe.
• Shamelessly oversleeping more often than not.

Who says living alone isn't desirable?