lazy wildebeest

Andrea and i are some lazy bastards. at least Andrea has a valid reason, she's disabled and has limited mobility. i'm just your standard, run-of-the-mill lazy. ruled by lethargy, i am.

i think it's been worse lately since i've been sick. i've been giving into my whims. when i yawn, i take a nap. when my stomach growls, i make some food. i wake up when my eyes open and spend my days playing games or watching cartoons. so, this whole "back to work" thing, is really fucking with my nap time.

i am, by far, the laziest when it comes to my hair. it's thick. it's fairly long. it's extremely curly and is as unruly as i am. luckily, people have no expectations for my kind of hair. there are times when i, literally, won't comb my hair for three days and i'll come into work and people are like, "your hair is sooo cute. what did you do to it?" to which i'll respond, "neglected it for the last three days." it's crazy. it works out well for my slothful disposition. i guess i just lucked out.

i've been meaning to wash and straighten my hair for two days now. i revised my 5 yr old retardo braids for a more...maintained look. make no mistake, they're still retarded, but they look intentional, which makes them a "style." so all night i've been on the phone with Andrea telling her periodically that i need to do my hair. right before we hung up she said:

"you did it again."
"did what?"
"got distracted and didn't do your hair."
"oh shit. well, i guess i'll braid them up again and watch some more Looney Tunes."

so that got us started on laziness. since Andrea is disabled, she has an aide come and clean her house and give her a pedicure and shit like that. she's had a few trial and lots of errors with helpers and has settled with employing her sister, Pauline. so, in our talks Andrea says she has me beat in the laziness department. she said, "Girl, Pauline shaved my legs." i just started laughing and then said,"How do you ask for that?"

not doing your dishes for a few days is fine. not doing laundry until your clothes damn near walk on their own is fair. not shaving your own legs is acceptable for awhile. not shaving your legs and then having someone else do it for you is crazy...yet admirable. i think i respect it, in a way. it's just one of those situations where you can't even imagine how that conversation goes. apparently, Pauline offered. i guess she figured that Andrea couldn't really reach all parts of her leg, especially the back, and thought it'd be nice. it is really nice, just weird.