cat's pajams
man.
you know what's weirdly liberating? i just went to the doc in my pajamas.
there's really nothing more i like seeing than our tired, huddled masses stumbling around in pj pants. i just couldn't do it this morning. fighting a little cold, all that. there was no shame in it. it was early so i put a coat on and got on a train and blam-o. it was on. and i still felt adorable, like a little kid who couldn't pick out their schoolclothes or something.
the only time it ever feels bad is when you're doing a walk of shame... and that still isn't that bad. pajams, america! get on the train. literally. in pj pants.
posted by tara d. @ 10:42 AM
3 Comments:
When it's super freezing ass cold out (like it's been around here) I wear pajama pants under my jeans. It keeps me warm and gives me the satisfaction of sitting around work in my (secret) pjs.
that's adorable.
p.s., my next improv team may be (secret) pajamas.
i MUST be a part of (secret) pajamas. I simply MUST! What a great team name.
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