I just like my jeans.
The hardest thing I've had to do all days was try to convey to my drycleaner/seamstress the urgency with which I needed my jeans patched. She asked if Thursday was OK, and I had to try not to whimper a bit. But at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to say "I don't really have any other pants", because that would be a new low point.
posted by RubberBunsandLiquor @ 5:32 PM
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If I could fit you in my pocketbook and carry you around with me, I totally would. And I totally don't mean that in the scary/I-have-a-room-full-of-dolls-
with-no-eyes sort of way.
Ha ha ha ha ha totally been there. And it sucks.
Note to self: buy more pants.
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