I just have a couple of random thoughts that are bouncing around in my head. First, last night was the fourth of July and I went out and had some soda pops with some homies. Not a bad way to spend the Fourth. The real thing I wanted to talk about was the fact that I got home at 6 this morning and had to hear jack hammering the entire time I slept. From 8am till I left at 4pm today. What is up with that? It’s Sunday people. Take a break from remodeling your stupid apartment, that happens to be next to mine and let me freaking sleep for once. Dang.
The next thought I had was this. I remember when I was a kid and my mother would hang clothes outside to dry. Not sure why. I think we had dryers back then. Heck I’m not that old. Well, I have a washer that’s pretty ghetto but no dryer. I have to hang my clothes out to dry in my apartment. How do I do this? Well I could go to the local market place and buy a rack thing for 200元, but nope, I didn’t want to spent the money. So I came up with a genius thing. I took my photography background stand and poles and fashioned one up MacGyver style. For free. Yeah I know, I’m cheap. Oh yeah, I remember my reason for bringing this up. Jeans take forever to dry. Remember that little gem it might come in handy some day.
Lastly, I have a couple holes in my jeans. Ok, not that big of a deal. But I like these jeans. We have been through a lot together. Michigan, Colorado, China, California. They’re pretty much like my best friend. They take care of me, protect me, hold me, love me, they do a lot for me. I do a lot for them too. Mainly washing them, and every once in awhile caressing them with my hands. We have a relationship built on love. So what am I to do? I got two holes in the front where the pockets are. I suppose that I will try to pull them off as vintage. I mean really I have had them for 6 years. I think. You know what, I don’t even remember how I got them. Huh? Beats me. Either way, yeah, I have a pair of jeans with some holes in them. I like it. It makes me look cool. I also wanted to comfort those who also have holes in their jeans. You know, I could start a support group. That could be good. On second thought. Nah..