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Having your own apartment greatly increases the amount of time spent pants-less.
Why bother wearing pants if it's not necessary? and you know what? Bras too. forget 'em. You can't constrain me! Not with your pants and bras! Ha! HA HA.
Ah, yes. I am the comfiest of comfies right now.
Except my legs are slightly chilled, due to the pantslessness. BUT. it's a rainy day, i'm home from work, and I am going to take it easy for right this moment. Real easy.

So let's talk about today. Well, let's talk about yesterday first, because these are both work stories.
Story UN.
The homeless man who i usually see on weekends comes in. Comes over to my counter and i say "hot chocolate?" and he says "yes."
-a quick side note of things happening this very moment. i hear a human very close to the outside of my apartment laughing, but his laugh is absolutely hilarious. he laughs heh heh heh.-
So the hot chocolate is made, and i tell the guy that'll be 2.72 and he tells me to keep the change, and that's very nice because although it is 28 cents, that's HIS twenty eight cents and he doesnt have much. then he gives me another dollar and i'm like What? ..do you want something else too? and he says Nope, that's for you, too.
Warmed my heart and junk.
Story DEUX.
So there's another man that regularly comes in on weekends as well. not homeless. He's probably in his late fourties or fifties. About the age of my dad or older. he was a customer long ago, or so he tells me, and then about 4 weeks ago he came in and became a regular again, i guess. I usually see him on sundays, and he always sits at the bar, which is nice because I usually don't get too many people who actually sit down at the bar. And he always tips nice.
Anyhow, so we don't usually talk much, just a few pleasantries, or he tells me something interesting he read in the paper. Pleasant guy. Always super polite and says things with a smile to me.
So he's been hanging out for awhile, finishes his food, and is thinking of ordering something more, but he's unsure. finally decides to have a coffeecake. and he tells me he's gonna move over to one of the little tables. So my first thought is, bummer, i hope someone doesn't try to steal my tip now that he's in another section (I don't make a lot of tips at the bar, okay?) So i warm up the coffeecake and swoop on over with it and drop off his check and ask if he needs anything else and he says, "well, can I keep you here for another minute and ask you a question?"
so i'm like Yeah, go ahead. thinking he's gonna ask my opinion on something on the menu, or some latest happening in the world or anything OTHER than
"Um...do you have a boyfriend?"
To which I laugh and awkwardly smile a little and say Yes, um..sorry?
and he's like Okay, I just had to know, i just think you're really pleasant and attractive and you have a bright youngness about you, and don't you ever lose that in life. etc.
and i say thank you. and run off to work on other things. He tipped really nicely at least. and told me "thanks for not calling security on me" with a laugh.
but seriously. when did it...when did I become the age where fifty ish year old men can think it's okay to attempt to ask me out? I...what? no, WAT. I've heard people tell me i'm mature for my age and etc, but I don't think i look THAT much older than 18.
Yeah.. So that happened today.
I'm thinking about what I want to do now. I have to read a play for english class, and have lines to study for other junk, but I just got home recently, and i'm tired, and also i want to go to target and spend my 11 dollars in tip monies on something completely indulgent.
Most likely, i'll just end up sleeping for a few hours before I do anything though.