I buy myself crappy boxes of chocolates, like Russell Stover, Whitman’s Sampler, or Queen Anne Cordial Cherries, and eat them in bed while I play Candy Crush or read my favorite blogs. 

I listen to 90s alt rock and dance around my bedroom in my underwear. 

If I’m not seeing anyone all day, I’ll just stay in my pajamas. 

I sing in the shower.

And sometimes on the toilet. 

I pretty much never wear pants in the house.

Dinner often consists of cheese, crackers, and a bottle of wine.

So many SATC marathons. It’s pathetic really.