Sweet Solitude

I love living alone.

I love it. I love it so much that I'm going to say it again.

I love living alone.

Even when we had that earthquake that woke me up at 4:22am, I LOVED that I woke up alone in my apartment and the first thing I though to myself as I rolled out of bed was "Gotta put clothes on! I don't want people to find me naked if this 1930's building comes a-crumblin' down around me."

But you know what? I DO! I DO want someone to find me naked amid the rubble. I've got a pretty decent little body, I'm young, I've got great hair and skin and a brand-new tan (post peeling phase). What would they say when they found me?
Here's what they'd say:
"Damn! this bitch was fine!

"Look at her all naked and fine."

"She lived alone too, that makes her one independent, naked, fine-ass bitch!"

*Sigh* yes, that is what they would say.

But other than the fleeting tremor, I must say that spending the evening cooking fabulous, specialty cuisine of sheep's milk gouda, teryaki sesame rice crackers and roasted asperagus and playing guitar naked does wonders for the psyche. A lil' vodka (yes! I drink alone on occasion!)
a lil' dancing, a nice long bath in a claw-foot tub....heaven hath no clouds in MY apartment.

*Mr. Clean ting!*