i'm breaking in new jeans.

if there's something i hate doing, it's that. right now, i've got this pair of jeans that i've had for at least a year, maybe longer, i think i got them when i was living in dallas, and i'm just now getting to where i'm earnestly breaking them in, and it sucks. you know how new jeans feel, sort of stiff, not quite like they really belong on you. i have jeans in my rotation that i've had since junior year of high school, which means that they're six, almost seven years old. jeans that are that old are so great, they're so comfortable that they feel like flannels. i can't wear them to work, because of the holes and everything, but i get chances to take em out pretty often.

what i fail to realize though, is that those jeans weren't always in the condition that they're in now. i don't remember the breaking in process, you know how it is, you think of a certain period of time, and having a desire to recall it fondly, you don't remember all the stuff that happened that really just served to piss you off or make you sad or whatever. it's like that with my jeans, i just really like the way that they are now so much that i completely discount all the time i spent wearing them before they were sufficiently comfortable, to me anyway.

good jeans are like good friends, you don't want to think about the day you'll be without them.

feeling: betrayed, lightheartedly betrayed, but betrayed nonetheless
thinking of: dog food, aka cats
music: "we have to figure it out tonight" the beatsteaks