Pants are weird. I started writing about dresses, but I realized I don't wear them. They look weird too, but I thought I'd stick to someting I know best.

Come to think of it, I don't know that much about pants either. I mean, I wear them, but I have no idea who made them. I mean, I do know who (there's a label) but not who.

That made no sense.

I have bad spelling and grammar.

If someone made my pants, it's a person who probably wore a name tag. And there were probably more than one person involved. Or a really, really, really super talented person, but that's not who makes cheap jeans.

My jeans aren't environmentally friendly. I feel bad about that but I didn't pick them; they were a gift. I mean, I don't know for a fact that they're environmentally unfriendly, but I'm pretty sure they are. They're made by a famous person who didn't actually make them.

I'm tired of talking about pants.

Today, I thought about pants - Friday, June 21, 2013

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