Rethinking this whole urge to live alone. I was watching a talkshow tonight, the one with the obnoxious white male host who hassles his celebrity guests and tells jokes that don't make sense. One of his guests was a woman who got famous for taking her clothes off in Hollywood movies. That's not what made me question the decision to live by myself.
The guest started talking about how she'd survived a massive brain haemorrhage. There are times, when you're sick and you're injured, you need other people around. Even if it's just to make a phonecall to an ambulance. Like a lot of fears it's pretty dumb, but knowing that doesn't make it go away.
So yeah. I'm taking applications for people to 'share' my living quarters. You gotta be female, single at the moment, interesting to me, and interested in me. It might not be the most convenient arrangement, but dammit, it's for our safety!