Secret Diary of a Single Guy
Tue, 23 Oct 2007.
Woke up (alone, mind you). Apartment is dusty, needs vacuuming.
Brushed teeth and showered. Toilet was cleaned recently because a friend came over but bathroom mat is kinda hairy and gross. Also: need to buy more shampoo as this bottle has run out.
Ate breakfast alone. Weather lady on TV says that today will probably be the last warm day for the rest of the year. Despair.
Caught the bus to work. No one to share a seat with because it’s outside of rush hour. Fall asleep listening to This American Life podcast.
Work. Email. Blog. Receive youtube links from friends.
Caught the bus home! The guy next to you has a newfangled gameboy and needs to stick out his elbows to play. He dies.
Cooked dinner for one. (Do other single guys do this? Probably not. That is why this is a secret diary.)
TV. Xbox. Chat with friends about how we drunk we used to get.
Doesn’t seem too dissimilar from the Diary of an Engaged Girl. To be honest.
Are you saying I’m not a unique snowflake? :’(
Move into a share. I did this last year in Sydney, and I slowly became more and more antisocial. Sharing here in London has been a lot more fun, and while you might still cook for one most of the time, there’s nights when batches of pasta meet a japanese curry on the way to join a bunch of dumplings for a dinner you couldn’t get anywhere else.