A SINGLE WOMAN’S STUDIO-FLAT LIFE.

I can’t seem to keep any kind of green plant alive — or were they simply grown, potted, and sold exactly at the right moment they were blooming just to shrivel up and die? — This really doesn’t install any confidence of the possibility of looking after life, like a hamster or a cat… or even worse, a baby.
-Ok, calm down… its just some daisies and a bit of mint. I’m managing to keep myself alive, so thats got to show for something, right?
I spent a lot of time yesterday thinking about cleaning. After much deliberation and a cup of coffee I managed to buck up and vacuum, wash dishes and then get on my knees and hands to polish up my parquet floor, one tile at a time.
-was so worth it, my floors are happy and it smells like almonds in here now.
Grocery shopping for a week usually only fills one bag, this week it was two… you know, sometimes a splurge on all three coloured peppers is just a must to make your food more interesting, especially seeing as you’re going to be eating that same meal four times over during the week.
Buying a tray of thirty eggs never seemed like such a commitment before I lived alone.
When it takes four to six months to finish a bottle of shampoo you really do need to buy one thats going to stand the test of time.
Taking the trash out is a formidable task that must be delayed till its absolutely necessary to face.
Who knew how much recycling one person could come up with in a two week cycle!
Taking the recycling is an even more ominous task, but it feels so good to get it over with, then it piles up again.
Talking about piling up — who knew how fast a stack of dishes could appear every damn SINGLE DAY!! I’m one person, I use one cup for coffee, I use one bowl and spoon…
Who finished the toothpaste and didn’t replace it?
Who moved my hair brush?
What ate the last piece of dark chocolate?
And most importantly, who finished the wine?
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