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Monday, March 17, 2008
The Pajamafication of Howard Beach
I'm curious...
When and who decided it was ok to fall out of bed and leave the house to run errands in the same stank-ass flannel pajamas you wore to sleep? Personally, I don't have this problem because I sleep naked. (Yes, perhaps too much information for some, but hey - this is my fucking blog) I go to the drug store, bank, pizza place, blockbuster - any of these places on Cross Bay Blvd and you see them. Now I don't mean to sound like I'm some cornerstone of fashion and walk around dictating to everyone exactly what's wrong with the way they look, but... well... C'MON! Put some fucking pants on. Jeans. Shorts. Something. Anything that makes you look like you actually showered this morning and aren't still wallowing in that haze of funk you slept in last night. Lie to me - just put on something, anything. I'm not exactly sure why it aggravates me - it just does. Maybe it's because I took the time and effort to put on actualy clothes that day, so why the hell should I be subjected to looking at your lazy ass who couldn't be bothered to even put shoes on. Have you seen the Slipperpeople? You know, the ones who not only wear PJs in public, but actual slippers. I'm telling you, they need to be quarantined and sent to Staten Island.... and don't get me started with that place.
I've even seen kids (teenagers) go to school like this. I don't get it. Maybe I should donate my old jeans (You know, that ones with the 32 waist, that my fat ass doesn't fit in any more) and leave a bin outside my apartment door. Granted, I'm in a building where there only about 4 tenants under 97 but hell... these people clearly need help.
When and who decided it was ok to fall out of bed and leave the house to run errands in the same stank-ass flannel pajamas you wore to sleep? Personally, I don't have this problem because I sleep naked. (Yes, perhaps too much information for some, but hey - this is my fucking blog) I go to the drug store, bank, pizza place, blockbuster - any of these places on Cross Bay Blvd and you see them. Now I don't mean to sound like I'm some cornerstone of fashion and walk around dictating to everyone exactly what's wrong with the way they look, but... well... C'MON! Put some fucking pants on. Jeans. Shorts. Something. Anything that makes you look like you actually showered this morning and aren't still wallowing in that haze of funk you slept in last night. Lie to me - just put on something, anything. I'm not exactly sure why it aggravates me - it just does. Maybe it's because I took the time and effort to put on actualy clothes that day, so why the hell should I be subjected to looking at your lazy ass who couldn't be bothered to even put shoes on. Have you seen the Slipperpeople? You know, the ones who not only wear PJs in public, but actual slippers. I'm telling you, they need to be quarantined and sent to Staten Island.... and don't get me started with that place.
I've even seen kids (teenagers) go to school like this. I don't get it. Maybe I should donate my old jeans (You know, that ones with the 32 waist, that my fat ass doesn't fit in any more) and leave a bin outside my apartment door. Granted, I'm in a building where there only about 4 tenants under 97 but hell... these people clearly need help.
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