the lighter side of mourning

last night, i found my favorite pair of pajama pants. i thought they'd been left behind somewhere while i was travelling, but they'd only slipped into a crack behind a dresser drawer. i was so thrilled. i love these pants. i've had them since i was a junior in high school. they're long enough, and they're all soft and warm and comfy and worn-in. just the best pajama pants in the world.

about 30 seconds ago, i jumped up in a really strange position, and the pants ripped, right across the buttcheek. completely unsalvageable.

i guess that's the downside to completely worn-in pants. the same thing happened to my most comfortable jeans. when you wear the same thing for 7 years, they're just bound to go eventually.

so i sit and mourn my navy and green mini-plaid old navy men's pajama pants. the gap snowman pants are no substitute, and the old navy scrubs are on their last legs too. no pajama pants will ever be softer. i'm so glad i got these last 24 supremely comfortable hours with you. it's like when cordelia came back for a day on angel! my pants gave me one last kiss, and then they were gone. so i got closure.

farewell, pants. you will be sorely missed.

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i'm reading time magazine from 2 weeks ago, and there's an article about the increase in pot being smuggled into the US from canada. in a big black box, there is a quote from our "drug czar" that is easily MAGGIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"canada is exporting to us the crack of marijuana."

HEE hee hee hee hee. what does that even MEAN?

"it's so bad it's like CRACK! crack is WHACK!"

and now i'm imagining some stoner guy adding baking soda to his bowl and wondering why nothing is floating to the top. hee hee hee.

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i just ate a whole thing of swedish fish. on the very last one, i noticed that the word "swedish" is actually written on the fish, worked into the scales pattern.

and now i can't stop singing the bum bum song.

"my bum is on the SWEDISH, SWEDISH!"

whatever happened to tom green? he's become just a long-forgotten fart in our collective consciousness...