walked to the store in our pyjamas
one of the perks of not living in the suburbs is that nobody gives an f if you walk to the corner store with yr hair tossed up into a scraggly bun with huge sunglasses on and pyjamas tucked into fake uggs (mom bought 'em for me). generally I try to shy away from slummin' it and not putting any effort into my appearance but it's the day after boxing day and I haven't even had my coffee yet so what can you really expect from me at this hour?
I'm only awake because the cat needed us to freshen up his food and while I was doing a good job of sleeping through his incessant BWEOWBWEOWBWEOWing Tyrone is a much gentler soul and got up to spoil the cat and in the process my dreams of boxing day shopping and busting some kid for breaking a statue in Desart and also some sort of pirate-related adventure (?) were interrupted by Tyrone cooing at the cat, who has been mad at us because christmastime is different than normal time and he doesn't like it.
my back is killing me from sitting on these terribly uncomfortable ottomans at my nan's on christmas which is how I know I'm getting old and all those times I scold myself pull your shoulders back! are actually having an impact because now I can't sit hunched over for hours on end.
it's not that I'm cranky, per se.
I just need coffee which hasn't brewed yet.
I should probably get on that.
mornings!
