solo

there are many positive things to living on your own: drinking straight out of the orange juice carton (i did this just last night *blush*), strolling around in the all-together, leaving laundry on the bathroom floor until i'm good and ready to pick it up, and on and on. but at the moment i can’t think of any to really outweigh living with someone. sure, i could get a roommate, but with every passing day i get more and more set in my ways. i don’t think i could stand to change for just anyone. that i'd have to adjust only to have to make that evolution again, be it for another roommate or *fingers crossed* a real live boy, is beyond my crotchety capacity. i want to find that certain someone i'm supposed to be with, to crowd and annoy, and share with and kick in the shins in my sleep, to dry the dishes after i've washed them, to cuddle on the sofa while i read & he watches sports i don’t understand (except when i cheer for the cubs) and maybe even love and be loved back. yep, that’s what i'm looking for. except that i'm not looking. don't they say that’s when it’ll find you? after you’ve stopped looking? *sigh*
yep, i'd like a roommate, but not just any old roommate.

"so i fall, on my knees, to get back on my feet again." ---ten shekel shirt