If I don’t have to get out of my pajamas, I won’t. I will just refuse to. I’ll go take a shower on those days, and then change right back into my pajamas. If I have to go to the video store at 9PM and I’m in my pajamas, I’m just putting a sweatshirt on and letting everyone admire the fact that I’m 19 and own Wonder Woman pajama pants. And I’ll probably forget that I’m already wearing Wonder Woman pajama pants and end up putting on my Wonder Woman sweatshirt as well. Yeah, I become that girl. Luckily for me, I’ve known the people at the video store since I was 5 so they don’t seem to mind. Also I doubt I am the weirdest person that comes in there since the hipster takeover of 2007 of my neighborhood. (On more than one occasion, I have mistaken a hipster for a homeless person. It was only until I saw their Vespas that I noticed that they were just being that ridiculous “fashion” of homeless chic).
So if any of you in the Silver Lake, Los Angeles area who see a girl who’s dressed as though she’s a sick 5 year-old at Video Journeys, picking up all four Die Hard movies with a giant bag of potato chips and a 2 liter bottle of ginger ale under her arms, that’s probably me. Or if you’re in the Berkeley area and see a girl whose hair looks like a cross between Janis Joplin’s and Slash’s because she hasn’t bothered brushing it since she ran out of conditioner, and also is carrying a take-out box filled with only fried food to take back to her room to watch the mindless blither that is Merlin, then that’s probably me too. Not that I mind. I think I pull off the Janis Joplin meets Slash look quite nicely.