I believe we have reached the point of slight annoyance with each other. Overall we're okay. But when the claws come out i'm the one getting scratched.

I'm not and never have been a clothes whore. I tend to shop thrift stores or clearance sales. I'll have the same wardrobe for years, maybe adding a piece here and there and tossing something from time to time. At the moment, mostly due to finances, I have one pair of comfy kick back around the house type pants. They get washed regularly but are worn most days around the house once my day is done and it's time to chill. After showering the other morning with no plans for the day but hanging out at home, I put on my comfy pants. Walked out back to take a toke with William and Ellen says "so you take a shower just to put on dirty pants. Gross." Then William chimes in how he saw a thing on CNN that said during this time of confinement you should still put on clean clothes every day. I kinda lost my shit. It's not like I've shit them or rolled around in the mud in them. I wear underwear when I'm wearing them and there was a time in my life where I promise you I wouldn't of been. They are folded every night when I change into my pajamas. I don't understand what the fuck the problem is. But when I was done speaking my peace they were both backstepping and saying that wasn't what they meant blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I've now spent money I probably shouldn't have on some new chill around the house pants so they don't have to see these as often as they do. Bless 'em.

I was hoping to move soon. A new store opened up north in my old stomping grounds and the manager there is someone I've worked with before. He said he would happily take me on up there. Just needed to save a bit more money for a deposit on a place and I was gonna bolt. But now with all that is going on looks like it may be a bit longer. Maybe I should just stop take a breath and see if that is actually what I want to do. I often accuse others of "shooting from the hip" and I am probably just as guilty. The pull to go is hard. Breath, J, breathe.

Think tomorrow will be laundry day. That is unless William declares it's something else. Alright. Once again I need to remember and be grateful for these two people. I am. I truly am. Bed is calling.

Stay safe out there.

Peace.