'He travels fastest who travels alone,' and that goes doubly for she. -Florence KingBack in Summer of '02 I moved into my current crib. This is the first time I've really been On My Own in my life, and the scary part is... I've grown to like it. My own little cave, with nobody to complain if I stay up 'til 3 AM and then fall asleep with the light on from reading, or that I want to hang Smith & Wesson posters on the living room wall and have every horizontal surface covered in ancient Macintosh computers I never use for anything, or to leave my toilet seat in the wrong configuration, or eat the prosciutto I've been saving for a special midnight snack. Bliss.
I guess I still have a secret little dream, though. A dream that someone with the body of Gerard Butler and the wit of P.J. O'Rourke will get down on one knee, stare soulfully into my eyes, and say "Tamara, will you be my... next-door neighbor?"