I’m sick and tired of pants. Well, yeah, no… I think it’s just jeans in particular. I dress nothing like my “normal” self when I go to work. Every single day it’s some variation on jeans/tshirt/trainers. That’s it. Very boring, very annoying. I think it ends up being that way because I work in an overgrown kindergarten class and don’t feel like being made fun of for being a “weirdo”. I’m still very touchy in my old age, about being made fun of. Probably because family members haven’t let up. I’ve gotten over it for the most part, but sometimes it just slips back in. I don’t know, whatever. That’s their deal.
I keep saying that I’m going to take some initiative, throw caution to the wind like normal, and show the effing hell up to work the way I want to; but, I always wuss out. Or wake up and say “fuck it”. I am not friends with 530 AM at all. A pox on your house 530. I’ll start off slowly one of these days. A scarf here, stupid hairdo there (ha!) and then pretty soon ANARCHY. ha ha!
Whatever. No, not whatever. I’ve gotta stop having that attitude. NOT WHATEVER, DAMN IT.

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