Thursday, October 28

It's Not My Fault, Really.


As i sit in class trying desperately to focus on what the professor is saying about modernism and a poem with a red wheelbarrow, I am distracted, so abruptly, by the zip off pants that are shamefully mocking any respect we hold for him with their presence. And I can no longer hear what he is saying but rather the dialogue he must have had with himself while purchasing them about how magnificant the idea is. two in one. Short AND pants. and how wonderfully professional they will look wth his blazer.

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