So in an odd clusterfuck of eBay-ing and shipping snafus, last week at work we received a package for a dude in Australia or Virginia (not sure which). In the package were a pair of OD green, ripstop canvas, tactical pants in XL. The woman who was calling about them was mystified and said, "Do you want them?" I said sure, figuring Joe would like them for their durability and many pockets.
Turns out, they are too big for him (I will not think about THAT too much), but fit me in a way such as pants have not fit me before. These are magic tactical pants and I love them. I feel like I'm chanelling Raq, though. I'm wearing them with a v-neck cream colored sweater and cream low-top Chucks. However, I'm not nearly as gorgeous and foxy as Raq is.
The vision in my head is pretty foxy. IJS.
I think you're supposed to wear those pants and then forward them to Rory Gilmore or something.
I think you're supposed to wear those pants and then forward them to Rory Gilmore or something.
Heh. I was just gonna say that I wanted a turn with the magic free pants! And then I saw Tom's comment, and it became even funnier. At least in my head...
Happy birthday, Trudy!
omnis, that sucks. What threw me was saying "cripple". Because you had mentioned hip-hop my mind went to Crip. Consider him cockpunched.
Magic tactical pants! That is so cool, Aims!
Had a few productive hours. Now the body revenge with awful dizziness and fatigue. Cleaning my room might not be accomplished today, after all.
Happy to the birthday, Trudes!
e the o, Thanks. If you went through that I'm sure you know what it feels like. It's a pretty recurring occasion in my life. I think a lot of people would just give up and just become the sort of person who hates their bday but I'm stubborn that way. I keep looking forward to my birthday. As it turned out, the person who showed up (she had RSVP'd maybe so I wasn't truly expecting her) helped pull the evening's fat out of the fire.
Rest up, Shir! That was a funny blog post.
