chastity blackbelt I resent my sweatpants today in ways they can't quite understand. I know for a fact they've held me back in recent social endeavors (another example). Someone also once said that I looked like Topol from "Fiddler on the Roof" in them (probably not erotic?). The deal is that I'm pro-warmth, plus these pants and I have been through many ticks on the timeline, including but not limited to a dance performance (I wore kneepads underneath, which explains how they've stretched into Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em shape), Malibu dunkhoops playoffs (and the Finals in Austin), countless slumber (and no-slumber) parties... This reminds me of what Mary Chen said about still owning and wearing clothes from high school. Nostalgia + unnerving + count those new tree rings. It's time to fold/retire. fell on 2005-01-04 at 10:44 a.m. |
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