My day was going ok, considering how it started... Or really, how is oozed from yesterday into today-
But now, my pants are ripping. My favorite jeans. The ones I wear at least 3 times a week... They are about to die. Meaning they have been washed and worn one too many times and if I make any sudden movements, I will bare my left butt cheek to the entire god-forsaken office. There is a sizable L-shaped tear at the outside, top corner of my left butt pocket. The edges are having a contest to see who can rip the fastest. So far, the one heading south appears victorious...
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