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listersgirl) wrote2007-09-12 08:24 am
listersgirl) wrote2007-09-12 08:24 am
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And in this corner, the coat that I stopped needing approximately half a block from my apartment
How I Know That Fall Is Here:
1. This morning I wished that I had slippers.
2. The nosebleeds have started again.
3. I HAVE NO PANTS.
Seriously, what is it with pants? I'm sure that back in the spring, when it got too hot for pants, I had pants to wear. But now this pair is too small, and that pair is too big, and the other pair has stretched out in weird places. I hate having no pants, mostly because this means I have to go out and attempt to BUY pants, which is evil and wrong.
Also, I apparently own all the world's long-sleeved dark brown shirts, and...nothing else. Which precipitated a shoe crisis this morning, because although I know, logically, one can wear black and brown together, my heart refuses to believe it.
You've got to love those first days of a new season, when you discover all things that went wrong with your clothes last year that you didn't bother to do anything about, because you weren't going to need them for the next 6 months (see also: brown boots that I eventually decided to wear this morning, forgetting that the sole liners habitually bunch up and drive me crazy).
1. This morning I wished that I had slippers.
2. The nosebleeds have started again.
3. I HAVE NO PANTS.
Seriously, what is it with pants? I'm sure that back in the spring, when it got too hot for pants, I had pants to wear. But now this pair is too small, and that pair is too big, and the other pair has stretched out in weird places. I hate having no pants, mostly because this means I have to go out and attempt to BUY pants, which is evil and wrong.
Also, I apparently own all the world's long-sleeved dark brown shirts, and...nothing else. Which precipitated a shoe crisis this morning, because although I know, logically, one can wear black and brown together, my heart refuses to believe it.
You've got to love those first days of a new season, when you discover all things that went wrong with your clothes last year that you didn't bother to do anything about, because you weren't going to need them for the next 6 months (see also: brown boots that I eventually decided to wear this morning, forgetting that the sole liners habitually bunch up and drive me crazy).