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first - let me explain. i hate my pants. my day was rightly horrible and i blame my pants. they seem innocuous enough. they are hip black slacksy things with enough extra detailing to be cute and office worthy all at once. they look nice, good even. but there are no belt loops. and they have stretch in the fabric. and for some reason that i do not understand, though they seem to fit, as i wear them they start to fall off. now at home getting dressed, i remembered this issue, and tried to pin the waistband smaller. it didn't work and i almost broke my louise brooks pin in the process. ok fuggit right? not so bad, i can deal with it - and off to work i went. in my peacoat i didn't realize how much harder it would be to hitch up my pants. after i got on the train i felt like a little kid, lifting up my coat, lifting up my sweater, grabbing my pants and yanking them up as high as they would go. i hoped this would not be a harbinger of things to come. i was reading a sheaf of papers on the train. when i took the clip that held them together off it fell to the ground. when i got up to get it my pants nearly fell completely off.
let's have that sink in a bit. on a muni train during rush hour my pants almost literally fell off. !!! to make matters worse i was already thinking ahead to my day at the office. the office that branded one co-worker irish lard and made a practice of commenting on which thong she was displaying via her low rise pants. i had worn a long sweater to avoid the skin / underwear showcase but as my pants kept falling lower i began to worry. it was of course the day that i chose to wear the cute boy briefs with oranges on the front and the word JUICY on the back. great. JUICY is flashing the fucking office. what a nightmare.
when i got off the train and walked up the steps out of the station, i really jsut couldn't believe it. i had had pants fall low before, but i was literally walking with legs pressed closer together to avoid losing the pants. the coat was just making it worse. hiding the falling fabric but prevneting me from accessing the waistband to hike them back up.
i wore these annoying fuckng pants all day. in fact i am still wearing them now. i think i am too stubborn to take them off. honestly.
my day had a lot of other bullshit go wrong. miscommunication. lack of communication. mix ups. work overloads. edits. feedbacks. crankys all around. but really - i think it all started with, and can be symbolized by the pants. and i am not wearing them again until i get a pair of goddamned suspenders.
let's have that sink in a bit. on a muni train during rush hour my pants almost literally fell off. !!! to make matters worse i was already thinking ahead to my day at the office. the office that branded one co-worker irish lard and made a practice of commenting on which thong she was displaying via her low rise pants. i had worn a long sweater to avoid the skin / underwear showcase but as my pants kept falling lower i began to worry. it was of course the day that i chose to wear the cute boy briefs with oranges on the front and the word JUICY on the back. great. JUICY is flashing the fucking office. what a nightmare.
when i got off the train and walked up the steps out of the station, i really jsut couldn't believe it. i had had pants fall low before, but i was literally walking with legs pressed closer together to avoid losing the pants. the coat was just making it worse. hiding the falling fabric but prevneting me from accessing the waistband to hike them back up.
i wore these annoying fuckng pants all day. in fact i am still wearing them now. i think i am too stubborn to take them off. honestly.
my day had a lot of other bullshit go wrong. miscommunication. lack of communication. mix ups. work overloads. edits. feedbacks. crankys all around. but really - i think it all started with, and can be symbolized by the pants. and i am not wearing them again until i get a pair of goddamned suspenders.
