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I haven’t lived by myself in a while. I’m not myself when I’m living alone.
- I’ve become a lot messier
- I leave dishes in the sink (gasp!)
- I watch a heckava lot more TV (thank you Amazon Prime)
- My eating habits have gotten wacky
I remember that last one from living alone 6 years ago. When you live by yourself, it’s suddenly perfectly acceptable to eat whatever you see and call it dinner. Not that doing that on a regular basis is unacceptable, it’s just maybe not…that balanced.
When I lived alone I used to eat a plate of french fries and call that dinner.
When I lived alone I used to eat a can of pineapple and call that dinner.
When I lived alone I used to eat a bowl of cereal and call that dinner (I still do that now, even when I’m not living alone).
Now that I live alone again, I eat a giant plate of kale chips and call that dinner.
Now that I live alone again, I eat a tomato and call that dinner.
Now that I live alone again, I eat chips and salsa and call that dinner.
I might have done that tonight…
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haha I ate chips and sour cream for dinner!!