Living Alone…

Val was right when she told me that I should learn to enjoy the only time in my life that I’ve lived alone. I’ve found that I really enjoy having three rooms that are, more or less, entirely controlled by me. I love having the room to stretch out and now I dont have to worry about how things look or the working condition of things. As long as I can bear the sight, that’s fine; I won’t be having many people over.

The flip side: I’m afraid that I’ll soon kill myself. Just today I was sitting here picking at some mole or wart on my back. Next thing I know I’ve got blood dripping down my shirt. Let me tell you, it is uber-hard to put a bandaid on your own back. What happens if I slice my finger or arm and have to wrap it with just one hand? I don’t think I can do that. Then again, do I even have a first-aid kit?? Or a fire extinguisher!???

Current Mood: šŸ™restless

William Davenport

Now a father, husband, and overall 'techie guy', this Geriatric Millennial started a LiveJournal in 2005 (at the age of 20) to document his thoughts and the random happenings in his young adulthood. He enjoys Star Trek, tennis, and taking things apart.

3 thoughts on “Living Alone…

  1. After what you did to my pan, I think you need a fire extinguisher. Also, just knowing how you can be I recommend a first aid kit. Now that I think about it, you are rolling in the money. Go buy a personal robot to be your caretaker.

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