My First Pajama Jeans Sighting

Ok so there isn't much time,

seeing as I'm imprisoned again

cranking out essays

being exploited and worn down by rote memorization for Art History

I could literally tell you the date of every Rembrandt painting

in my sleep, in the shower I'll be washing my hair

thinking of Frans Hals portraits, reciting dates, 1614, 1664, 1609 on repeat 

like the Shwayze songs on my Itunes

I feel so oppressed

unable to fully enjoy menial activities like 

brushing my teeth, or slicing strawberries for my cereal

on another note, my real purpose for writing

was to share that I legit saw someone wearing pajama jeans today

yes, pajama jeans, those comfy psuedo denim leggings for those over 40

and those with no dignity 

[except I think my roommate could so rock a pair, but only she would be allowed to]

oh pajama jeans, providers of endless ridicule

in my opinion, you should have no place on a college campus,

but then again, neither should corduroy booty shorts,

[a true conundrum, blending winter with summer, something I never understood]

or full length red velvet coats, 

but god help me, I've seen that here too.

From the abyss,

Me

Enjoy the Pajama Jeans ad [It's a whole outfit!]

Prisoners Love Pastries Too.

In the library basement

I feel quite queer,

almost like a prisoner because I'm underground

and the windows are way above my head

and I can only see the clouds

moving really slowly across the sky behind some tree branches,

no buildings, no sidewalks, nothing in sight

just the ugly foliage print on the library carpet, 

and the steam rising from my tea

I'm trying to load up on brain food

like peppermint tea, almonds, and chocolate raspberry truffles

the truffles I deemed brain food by my own scientific study

so eat up all the raspberry flavored chocolate you want

and I bet you'll have the will to finish any paper

I gave up pastries for Lent

but I'm not really religious

I just like giving stuff up for Lent,

something must be empowering about the sense of communal sacrifice or something

who knows, 

either which way I died in Stop & Shop yesterday in the

Yesterday's Baked Goods section:

a small slice of heaven

what's better than sweets and a sale?

nothing besides a sweet sale on shoes

but the low priced chocolate cakes, raspberry danishes, sweet bread, lady fingers, and 

other nomlicious treats were off limits for me

even though I could have bought an entire birthday cake

complete with sprinkles for just $2.98

I settled for some 100 calorie packs of chocolate covered pretzels,

mixed berry english muffins (sent from heaven, sadly they are seasonal), and strawberries

but I still cannot get those cheap treats out of my head

so here is my little homage to all things buttery, sugary, floury and delish that my

poor little heart is craving in the prison of the library

Yes folks, a chocolate cupcake with raspberry buttercream and raspberry preserve filling

this is my ideal dessert, dainty & dangerous

I'm nuts for anything raspberry

its my anti-drug

Thumbprint cookies,

two words: I DIE

these happen to be a Christmas tradition in my family

I always get a small tin of them from my uncle & aunt, better than a typical gift any day

white chocolate raspberry cheesecake

this is the most romantic dessert I could ever think of

Lent is so anti-romance

oh little luscious berries, you are quite tart and bumpy naturally

but you produce the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches 

cupcakes, chocolates and other sweet treats of my life

thanks for making everything more nom

for now, in my new life free from pastries

I'll just have to settle on saltines

one cracker with a touch of peanut butter, the other with a glop of jelly

a little bit of vanilla fro-yo in the middle

and I almost feel like I'm eating a cookie sandwich(from Milk&Cookies in the West Village)

I must be delusional.