Because you all need to know about my pants
It stopped raining. It's delightfully gorgeous outside, such March weather (methinks the weather is confused as to the month). It's windy and a bit chilly and smells rainy-fresh.
Moving out of optimism to my usual stomping ground: pessimism.
Pain in my ass #1: my Ed teacher
Pain in my ass #2: Biology
Pain in my ass #3: the damn button on my damn jeans popped off this morning. Dammit! It was loose when I bought them and now it pops off. I can put it back on and it'll stay until I decide I need to unzip my pants, you know, to potty, do men, and so on and so forth. My favorite pair of jeans too. Maybe I'll get around to hot gluing them or something.
Now I need to go find a new favorite pair of jeans.
Moving out of optimism to my usual stomping ground: pessimism.
Pain in my ass #1: my Ed teacher
Pain in my ass #2: Biology
Pain in my ass #3: the damn button on my damn jeans popped off this morning. Dammit! It was loose when I bought them and now it pops off. I can put it back on and it'll stay until I decide I need to unzip my pants, you know, to potty, do men, and so on and so forth. My favorite pair of jeans too. Maybe I'll get around to hot gluing them or something.
Now I need to go find a new favorite pair of jeans.