May 27, 2005

• First, on wednesday morning, a guy backs into my bumper as I leave
  work, continuing to fulfill my belief that I should definitely NOT be
  driving anything ever again - as in, I need to get a job close enough
  to walk or bike to because me and cars...we ain't friends...no, no
  we're certainly not.

  Second, this evening, I wore jeans planning to take them with me when I
  go to the Cleveland area. They are old jeans and the thighs wear thin
  from all the walking I do at work - 8 or so miles a night - and well,
  the thighs, they do rub together a bit.

  However, while climbing up a set of shelves, I hear "RIP!"

  The left thigh is ripped from the seam back for about 2 inches at an
  upward angle. And it's not a delicate little hole. It's frayed and
  rapidly widening. So, I slap some tape over it and live with the
  chafing as it's better than my delicate thigh/ass skin being available
  for the schlubs that I work with to look at.

  I now am awaiting the other shoe. It certainly FEELS like it's hanging over my head.

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