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Chapter 8: Dinner with the Vampire
Nov. 7th, 2004 01:14 pmI know everyone thinks that it's socks that are always magically disappearing, but I think it's really pants (aka trousers). Because I swear I am in a constant state of needing new pants, and I can't really think of any better explanation than that my apartment is a black hole of pantslessness*.
Anyway, thanks to an afternoon hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starfishchick, I am now the proud owner of two pairs of purple pants. Is that overkill? Possibly. Still, purple pants! I'm so stylin', yo.
On a different note, anyone want to move in with me for six months? I provide excellent running commentary while watching TV, I have lots of CDs and DVDs with which to entertain you, and I've been known to cook actual meals. I even pay the bills on time. Plus, the aforementioned 10 Indian restaurants within 5 minutes of my apartment. Yum.
*Which would explain why summer is also known, around here, as the season of no pants.
Anyway, thanks to an afternoon hanging out with
starfishchick, I am now the proud owner of two pairs of purple pants. Is that overkill? Possibly. Still, purple pants! I'm so stylin', yo.On a different note, anyone want to move in with me for six months? I provide excellent running commentary while watching TV, I have lots of CDs and DVDs with which to entertain you, and I've been known to cook actual meals. I even pay the bills on time. Plus, the aforementioned 10 Indian restaurants within 5 minutes of my apartment. Yum.
*Which would explain why summer is also known, around here, as the season of no pants.