Leftovers
I really don't like to complain about being single.
I get sick of hearing about it when other people complain, and I don't want my life (or my blog) to revolve around this supposed lack. And there are many things I like about being single and about living alone. The fact that I'm sprawled across my bed, lights blazing, blogging at 1:23 AM being one of them.
But one thing I hate: cleaning up alone after a party. What is more sad, seriously, than rinsing plates and loading the dishwasher once everyone else has gone?
I get sick of hearing about it when other people complain, and I don't want my life (or my blog) to revolve around this supposed lack. And there are many things I like about being single and about living alone. The fact that I'm sprawled across my bed, lights blazing, blogging at 1:23 AM being one of them.
But one thing I hate: cleaning up alone after a party. What is more sad, seriously, than rinsing plates and loading the dishwasher once everyone else has gone?