Loneliness

So here I am, sitting alone in my apartment, watching reruns of Roseanne without Kara, my other half. Boo hoo. Yes, I hang out with all my other friends, but the pipes are banging and I always recheck the deadbolt three times. And when I finally get to sleep, looking at the silver knife I keep on the night table, drunken bitches go streaking outside my window, screaming what they think is a clever parody to "Winter Wonderland". If the beds weren't pushed together, life would be a lot more interesting. Ireland is too far away to make pasta with or to do a radio show with or to have drunken escapades in the boonies with. Oh dear, whatever shall I do? For now, I'm procrastinating and getting my bathroom wall replaced, which is fine with me because the handy man is very easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean. And he told me it would take all day! What a tragedy. For now, I'm just counting the days and using up all my extra food, not eating meat, and indulging in vegan cuisine twice a week. Maybe the snow will keep me company tonight.