CSGL – Return of the Pile of Pants

Remember a few years back, when I wrote about the pile of mostly clean, partially dirty, stretched out just right pants that lived next to my bed?   

Well, it’s back, and it’s better than ever!

I woke up to my iPod this morning, something by Depeche Mode, and laid there hovering between sleep and wakefulness.  When I knew I couldn’t put it off a moment longer, I leaned over, grabbed hold of the first pair I could get my hand on, leaned back, pulled them up and on, and got out of bed.  

Of course, unlike the “good old days” I now have short hair, so I can’t just throw it in a ponytail and go anymore. 

Also, I now always make sure to eat breakfast.   Usually this is done leaning over the counter.   The time it would take to sit would cut into that fifteen minutes of  groggy that I enjoyed.

So, it takes about twice as long for me to get out the door.

But I’m getting back into my own old habits, instead of living the way someone else expected me to.   It’s not the same exact pattern, but it’s still mine.   

I’m going to be the biggest slob I want to be, because at the end of the day, I’m the one who lives this life in this and lives in this mess. 

And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let go of this again so easily.

Quote of the Day (Actually Quote of Yesterday)

One of the cast members in Cinderella said,

Wow!  You actually look like a girl!

Gee, thanks.   I was headed to a barbecue after the matinee.  I’d changed into something a little more flowery and flow-y than the standard black on black that we wear backstage to keep from being seen.  Gotta love it.

Something that bothers me

  I really don’t like it when on a specific day, people at work feel the need to tell me that I look good, when they’re not in the habit otherwise.   Do I look like crap normally?   Probably.   Especially by office work, ad agency standards, I’m not the keenest dresser.   I’m not really holding myself up to that aesthetic, so whatever.  So what brings about the random admiration of my wardrobe in the work place?   That’s right, you guessed it, it’s laundry day.    Awesome.   My bottom of the barrel, last resort outfit actually looks better than my favorite.   I’d rather be wearing a hoodie, folks.   Oh well, what are you going to do?

Current mood:  apathetic