Living alone means not having to wear pants or having to wash the laundry on a regular basis.
Score one for Alan!
I care about water conservation so I flush as little as possible.
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I just adopted this animal. By “adopted” I mean, of course, I took it out of my neighbour’s backyard. In my defence, I don’t think it would have made a good present for his 7 year old son, Paul. Good thing I grabbed it before the neighbourhood kids showed up for his birthday party.
Anyway. How often do you feed these things? I forget if it’s once a day or once a week. Also, where does it go to the bathroom? Also, also, it’s okay to just feed it people food, right? Oh, one more thing, it’s cool that I just share my drinks with it instead of giving it its own, right?
Actually, one more thing, what is this animal?
Nothing says, “Sunday afternoon” like reading!
Moving in
Get it? Because this is a blog about me living alone and this is the first post.
Anyways.
Since my ex-wife Susan left me for the Italian guy who lived upstairs in our building I have been living on my own which is fun and never depressing at all.
I thought it would be fun to document my life living alone. Also, feel free to pretend you’re in my apartment too. Read what I write, look at the pictures I post and then lean back, close your eyes, and imagine we’re sitting on the couch watching a tv show about animals or pornography (but not both). Hey! We’re friends now. Would you like some tea? It’s your imagination, so feel free to make up neat flavours like Strawberry Happiness or Make the Hurt Go Away.
So welcome to my blog about me and my living situation. How grand!
Please take off your shoes.
