Sunday, April 09, 2006

home alone

My flat mates have abandoned me. Soon as the Easter break kicked in, all three of them pissed off to Sydney.. leaving poor lil me behind.

they left a stinky flat, a sink full of unwashed dishes, the laundry and the lounge and dining worthy to be declared disaster areas. But it's all good (BRING ME BACK A BOX OF GLAZED CRISPY CREMES THOUGH!!!) If I didn't have those chores to do i would have died of boredom.. but by the time i finished i was too tired to meet up with my boy.

But oh well.. i needed to enjoy the fruits of my afternoon's labour so i just lounged around the flat and enjoyed having the place all to myself. It wasn't so bad. I endured a whole summer alone and these are things i loved about having a 3 bedroom flat to myslef:

• i get to walk around naked (well not completely naked!)
• i can shower and pee with the door open so i can still hear the music blasting from my stereo
• i can put my music way up without someone getting pissed off (except maybe my neighbours but i don't really give a damn about them)
• i can watch whatever, whenever in any of the 4 tellies (i only ever use the one in my room and the lounge but i CAN use the one in larla's or shandy's if i want to :P)
• i can go without washing the dishes for days and i wouldn't run out of cutleries
• i can spend the whole arvo soaking in the tub
• when i tidy up, it REMAINS tidy
• i can use the net for as long as i want
• nobody bums ciggies off me
• i can sleep for as long as i want without shandy banging on my door for one thing or another
• i have free reign on all the seats in the lounge
• ....

see.. it ain't that bad. except all those novelties get old after like a day all by my lonesome. And i begin to miss:

• the music blaring from roger's mixing
• shandy's loud loud voice
• rog taking the piss
• my sister sitting by the balcony puffing away with her saduko or crossword
• shandy banging on my door just to piss me off
• having someone to ask if i look fat in my outfit
• wrestling for the clicker
• having someone cook for me
• having people to bum ciggies from when i run out
• having people to talk to about what bloody mess i've gotten myself into
• ...

fine. i do miss them. i WILL go crazy if they're gone for much longer.

then again. i already am crazy.

beachbutterfly babbled @ 4:56 PM |

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