Afternoon break. Still no tea. I wonder if I can convince Jay to have a tea waiting for me when I get home? 🙂
They turned off the air conditioning, it got comfortable in here again, so I opened my window. I can only have the window open when a/c is off. Something about ‘defeating the purpose of having air conditioning’ or something. Whatever.
These jeans have holes in them. That means I have one pair of jeans left with no holes in them – the black ones that are a few sizes too big which I wear a belt with. These ones I’m wearing right now (with the brand new holes in them) were given to me in 1995 by my then-boyfriend’s mother, so I guess they’ve lived long enough. Yes, I can trace the lineage of every article of clothing I own. My CFRL t-shirt was bought at Fanshawe College through the Radio Broadcasting program. My mom got my shoes for me when I visited her in Vancouver last year, same with the socks. I bought my bra in kitchener last summer. I can’t remember which underwear I’m wearing though.
All that rambling, just so I can say “I need more jeans.”