An ode to pants.

I miss pants. I can’t remember the last time I wore real, normal-length, non-shorts pants.  My jeans look forlornly at me from the closet like abandoned friends.

Summer needs to die.

2 Responses to “Pants”

  1. Gutterboy Says:

    Summer needs to have an overdose and choke to death on its own vomit.

    Summer needs to fly itself into the side of a mountain.

    Summer needs to catch a heart attack.

    Summer needs to go missing, only to be found later by its parents in a basement with a paintbrush garrote around its neck.

    I am so, so, so goddamn sick of this weather, and it’s entrenched. I sit here at night, fans blowing, and dream of a crisp fall day.

  2. whistler Says:

    I can’t wait for cooler weather so I can wear underwear again.. *runs for cover*

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