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03/30/2006: "Falling apart"
Song of the Day: Tori Amos - Raspberry Swirl
My pants are falling apart on me as I speak. They're a several-years-old pair of Sevens that I've worn, apparently, one too many times. I'd noticed that the seams were starting to look a little threadbare, so I was expecting that they were on their last legs, but I didn't expect them to go so soon.
Today as I put them on, I grabbed ahold of the belt loops to pull them on, and totally ripped the beltloops right off, putting small holes where they used to be sewed on. Whoops. That should have been my first clue that maybe it was time to retire them, but it didn't really affect their wearability, so I continued getting dressed.
Unfortunately, while I was on the bus, the button above the fly decided it had had enough and fell off. Double whoops. So now I'm hoping that I can make it through three classes without the zipper breaking, or some other sort of tragic event. As soon as I get home, these are hitting the garbage, and then I'll have to find a new pair of jeans to obsess over until they wear out.
Replies: 2 Comments
Just another of the tragic events that define your life... : )Brad, Thursday, March 30th
Maybe you should come home and we'll go jean shopping... ;-)Shannon, Tuesday, April 4th