I’ve become her.

4.26.05

Outside watering the grass with a hose, I realized -a bit belatedly- that I was still wearing my pajamas, which consist of a) a large flannel PJ top in mint green, showing off a pattern of croissant and coffee cups dancing at a jaunty angle and b) the last largest pair of old, threadbare shorts in my possession, probably a bit translucent at this point.

I’ve officially become her, the white trash debutante who just doesn’t care any more. All that was needed to complete the picture: cig hanging out of my mouth and flip flops. Well, I’m not going to start smoking at this point just to fit in, I can tell you that much.