the lighter side of mourning

[phamos]

last night, i found my favorite pair of pajama pants. i thought they'd been left behind somewhere while i was travelling, but they'd only slipped into a crack behind a dresser drawer. i was so thrilled. i love these pants. i've had them since i was a junior in high school. they're long enough, and they're all soft and warm and comfy and worn-in. just the best pajama pants in the world.

about 30 seconds ago, i jumped up in a really strange position, and the pants ripped, right across the buttcheek. completely unsalvageable.

i guess that's the downside to completely worn-in pants. the same thing happened to my most comfortable jeans. when you wear the same thing for 7 years, they're just bound to go eventually.

so i sit and mourn my navy and green mini-plaid old navy men's pajama pants. the gap snowman pants are no substitute, and the old navy scrubs are on their last legs too. no pajama pants will ever be softer. i'm so glad i got these last 24 supremely comfortable hours with you. it's like when cordelia came back for a day on angel! my pants gave me one last kiss, and then they were gone. so i got closure.

farewell, pants. you will be sorely missed.

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[shortsweetcynic.livejournal.com]

*giggle!*

i know what you mean! i had this pair of jeans when i was in high school - Paris Blues flares. they fit PERFECTLY - not too big, not too small, didn't cut into me at all. they looked GOOD with everything - jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, whatever. and after a couple of washings, they were soft and comfy.

i managed to wear them almost exclusively through half my sophomore year, my entire junior year and 3/4 of my senior year before i knelt down one day and **rrrrrRRRIP!*

big effing hole across the knee. looked like shit.

i haven't found a pair that comes close since. :(


btw, something that's been bugging me: how do you pronounce Segev's name?