March 9th 2020
Today I’m considering going on a diet or something because I’ve ripped a hole in a pair of jeans for the third time in two months. It’s always on the inside of my right leg, so maybe when I gain weight it goes very specifically to my thighs.
Once is annoying, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern.
I’ve had to throw away all three pairs of jeans, so currently the only pair I’ve got in circulation are another pair of ripped jeans (though these rips are intentional and on the knees, rather than the crotch) but I feel like I can’t really wear them to work unless it’s a Friday or I’m feeling particularly punky.
To be fair, new jeans were probably on the cards anyway considering one of the pairs isn’t mine but were ones I borrowed from my friend for a night out three years ago and never returned. Sorry, Luke.
So now I have to go shopping which is among my least favourite things to do unless I’m in a very specific mood or All Saints have a 40% sale on. At the moment the sale is only 20% so we’re like halfway there. For now, I’m going to have to either fully commit to the punk rock lifestyle and prepare to take the abuse from my boss, or start wearing chinos like it’s 2012 again.
Until tomorrow, if the weather was better I’d go in in shorts but no one wants to see that either.