An L.A Face With an Oakland Booty
Sometimes you just have to let go.
It can be hard at most times. Especially after forming such a long, and what you hoped would be an everlasting relationship. They are there for you whenever you're in a pinch, they're there (Oooh I love when I can homonyms right after one another) when you need that oh-so comforting feeling. They are there.
Then one day, GASP! There is a hole. In your absolutely most favorite pair of jeans. World crumbles. Now I know there are people with worse problems in the world than that. I know. But when you form a bond with Said pair of pants, one tends to trickle a tear of sentiment. I have enough trouble as it is finding a pair of pants I can fall in love with, and now this happens. Well, it happened a while ago I suppose. I have just been indenial. Always with me, the hole begins in the buttocks and/or crotchal area. Why? Who knows. You can think of comical sexual reasons why this may happen. I don't mind.
So I neglected the hole as it was still fairly unseeable by the regular passerby. But eventually it was too much to bare. So I patched the hole up with another piece of denim and purple embroidery thread. Just like new. But now my sweet blue jeans have began to tear right up the crack seam! Gosh-diddly-dang-it! I am still wearing them to this day, but have been told on many occasions, that maybe it is time to put them to rest. Maybe I should, but maybe I will never find a pair of jeans that will give me the same kind of satisfaction as these beautiful blues have. Maybe I'm just being silly.
As for now, I will continue to be indenial about the death of my jeans and wear them whenever I like.
It can be hard at most times. Especially after forming such a long, and what you hoped would be an everlasting relationship. They are there for you whenever you're in a pinch, they're there (Oooh I love when I can homonyms right after one another) when you need that oh-so comforting feeling. They are there.
Then one day, GASP! There is a hole. In your absolutely most favorite pair of jeans. World crumbles. Now I know there are people with worse problems in the world than that. I know. But when you form a bond with Said pair of pants, one tends to trickle a tear of sentiment. I have enough trouble as it is finding a pair of pants I can fall in love with, and now this happens. Well, it happened a while ago I suppose. I have just been indenial. Always with me, the hole begins in the buttocks and/or crotchal area. Why? Who knows. You can think of comical sexual reasons why this may happen. I don't mind.
So I neglected the hole as it was still fairly unseeable by the regular passerby. But eventually it was too much to bare. So I patched the hole up with another piece of denim and purple embroidery thread. Just like new. But now my sweet blue jeans have began to tear right up the crack seam! Gosh-diddly-dang-it! I am still wearing them to this day, but have been told on many occasions, that maybe it is time to put them to rest. Maybe I should, but maybe I will never find a pair of jeans that will give me the same kind of satisfaction as these beautiful blues have. Maybe I'm just being silly.
As for now, I will continue to be indenial about the death of my jeans and wear them whenever I like.