It's good being single

My room is an epic mess, with clothes and books strewn from one end to the other. There’s lipstick on my mirror and bras hanging on the door knob. I’m having cream tuna for dinner, and cookie dough for dessert. A “Private Practice” marathon with ensue shortly after.

I love The Boy dearly and wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. But I will admit, on nights like tonight, it’s so very good being single.