so what do i do?

i put my pajamas on.

last night was a late night, i just collapsed in bed.

woke up kind of hot.

and the temperature was high too.

ha! woo. see, that was saying it was hot because i am hot!

funny stuff right here people, and i'm just giving it away to yall.

but, moving forward:

i woke up, was uncomfortable, and remembered how i had my flannel pajama bottoms in my dresser.

and yall know how i am about flannel pajama bottoms.

so i woke up, changed pants, and now im sitting here, awake, in my pajamas.

i am thinking of making today:

wear your pajamas everywhere day.

i will change shirts, however.

which is a nice little segue into this:

in my dream this morning i got to pick out a bulletproof tshirt.

before that i woke up for a little bit and i swear to god someone was playing come sail away come sail away come sail away with me really really really loud.

they were rocking out, you see.

at 9 in the freaking morning.

and they say your luck is found third time around.

oh, i had a story to share, i remembered it last night.

it happened thursday.

i work with this almost 70 year old lady at one job. she's sweet, if a little misguided. some of her views are old fashioned and hence rub me raw, but i like listening to her talk because she doesnt use modern slang, she uses pre-modern slang.

but she talks alot.

ALOT.

the phone is kept in the back, usually, and it was kept in the back on thursday. it rang, so i got up to answer it, went back there, it was for her. put the lady on hold, went up front, told her, she went back.

she talked, came back up, sat down.

said "woo" and stared waving her hand around.

i, poor poor crayon, was thinking to myself please sweet merciful god dont let her say what i think she will say, please god please god mother mary full of grace

and she said it.

she talked about whatever she ate and how now when she walks she just lets it slip out.

oh sweet people out there i just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and drive a pointy pointy pointiful thing into my ears and before deaf and go take a hot shower and scrub until i felt clean again.

i really don't like hearing about how our elders can't keep the gas in, yo.

and we carried our cross like a clover and we smoked cigarettes and we lied.

oh, i was talking to the friend last night, talking about kat, i said something like "yeah well, she's the one missing out here."

"yeah, she is."

"thanks."

"for what?"

"saying that."

"for saying she'd be missing out? fool, you know she is, you're a good kid, i'd be with you if i wasnt tied down to that sexy kid who wants me."

and now im going to head off to shower and wear my pajamas to walmart. maybe walmart. ill wear them to the library, that is a promise.

yall have a good day for me.