...penis in my pants in this picture! They emailed me after I had posted it on Facebook. Embarrassed then, I deleted it, but looking back I wasn't sure why that bothered me. Why would I be embarrassed because of that? That would be a compliment, right? I can see that it's simply the lighting and the fact my once tight jeans, a gift from a very fashionable gal, had become baggy on me. I never noticed it when I first saw the picture. You most likely didn't either. These girls like to pick on me, so they look for anything. They like to say dirty things to me, write me nasty stuff and try and get me all upset. I try and ignore them, but they seem to know just what to say to get me frustrated.
Only took the picture, so I could play around trying to make smoke and fire and mystical colors, but I'm also hiding the mess in the place I live. I hadn't intended on anyone seeing it. I was just playing around. Then the more I looked at myself in the photo, the more I liked my new look. I just needed smaller jeans! Last night before bed, I was going through boxes of old clothes and found some jeans I had from 20 years ago. I remember the day and the store I bought them. I don't now why I still had them, but I easily fit into them. It's hard to let good old jeans go. To say goodbye to your favorite pair of pants, is so hard. It was like going back in time when I stepped into them! I began thinking about what I was doing when I had bought these jeans. Who I had been with at the time. Where I was in these jeans. Who I was then. The story these jeans could tell. There needs to be a photo of me in those old jeans, they're tight!
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