exTRa baGgAge iN my hoUSe

ok so lots has been happeni--ing [ say the last word in a musical tone ]

there's a soap opera going on in my own backyard. forget the backyard, the crazies have kicked in the door and camped out in my living room. there's turbulence in my own life [ well ahem. that's the part i can't tell u about ]
there's a sick grandma, a pesky boss, a bored housewife.
a.. a... person? well he is a person. but i don't want to say 'a guy'
makes him sound more interesting than he actually is. i mean not to say he's not interesting. am sure he is. to... ummm... weevils?? wait sorry. i'm sure he is... ummm.. never mind.

forget all of that.
so forget the part i typed in just now and deleted too. i mean u don't need all of that stuff either :P
ok so who cares that no matter where i go there seems to be a spurt in the growth of live-in relationships. i mean it's all well and good. but i absolutely irrefutably draw the line when a guy stays over and the next day i find him walking around in girl PJ's..... ok so they are some generic black slacks with white stripes on the sides...but still.....
dude!!!

get your own PJ's man.
from your house which is 45 seconds away from our front door.

aah well. this is the US. we can prob do anything we damn well please. i wonder how he'd look in pink flowery..... aaargh my eyes. get out of my head!!