No More Pants
Or at least, no more jeans. It wasn’t until I fell in with that bad crowd that I even bought a pair of jeans. Before that time I was always a shorts and tshirt man.
I currently own some shorts, but they are mostly old and faded (like from 5-10 years ago). I think I might buy some more tomorrow.
Tomorrow I also have a meeting where I will be told all aboot the subject I have been teaching for years…. I’m sure it will be thoroughly unenlightening.
For no real reason whatsoever, have a pic of me back in the day being slightly colour coordinated…. Or at least I was aiming to have my blue hair match the pointy blue guitar….
I agree, pants are such a burden. Stupid societal norms. I wish I could just go to work in a moo-moo.
I could go to work in a moo-moo, I can wear anything as long as its legal….
Which means I have to choose my metal tshirts very carefully….
I’d love to wear the Cradle shirt with the semi naked nun masturbating on the front and the words “Jesus is a cunt” on the back….
But that’d get me in some serious kinds of trouble, and even if it might express what I want to say, it isn’t a hill worth dying on.
As for the shorts, my quest failed when everything I found was either useless (no pockets or pockets too small to hold anything) or too long…. the style of the times seems to have the shorts reach the tops of my boots….