this morning #759.

this morning, given the pathetic percentage of pajamas in the aisles of my supermarket, i could see that way too many of my fellow citizens had given up on trying to impress anyone. now they were just ambling through life, cobbling together day-to-day existences around ground beef & pounds of cheap potato chips. keeping life WAY too casual. i couldn’t completely blame them for being so beaten down by life that they couldn’t even be bothered to throw on a proper pair of pants. what’s the point when nobody around you cares enough to share their honest opinion about your condition? maybe some day i’'ll have the balls to let them know their PJs show just how low they’re living.