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You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

October 14, 2005

Catastrophe averted

The phone just rang.

As I ran down the stairs to answer it, my jeans fell down. (Off my ass, not as in 'my jeans fell down the stairs.')
I made it down, w/ hand hitching the denim as I raced for the call (which I missed.) But wouldn't that be a sight for Chris to come home to? Me, crumpled in a broken heap in the stairwell... with my jeans bunched around my legs.

I mean, this losing weight thing is great... but fuck. I love these jeans. And somehow, baggy comfort doesn't work the same when you have to use a belt.




3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heh heh...
Pantsy McLoser

3:38 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sorry...LosOR

3:40 p.m.  
Blogger /hg said...

Whatever, Skinny McBulimia.
[insert haughty scoff here]

3:41 p.m.  

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