So enough of depressing posts! I may just need to rant now and again, but my mind is already made up. Anyways, 2 weekends ago I lost a beloved pair of jeans. I need to take a picture of them before I lay them to rest (um... throw them away) but they served me well and for many a year. I still have their sister pair in my closet, I'm just afraid that they will meet the same doom as their sibling.

Anyways, I have had these jeans for a while... like 2 or three years or something like that. And they were starting to become frayed around the edges of the pockets. Well, Byron and I were at Wal-Mart looking at crap and spending time away from both our houses. And as I was getting in the car I though I felt a rip, but upon a rather brief inspection I desided that there wasn't anything wrong with the jeans. After this we desided to go to Michaels so I could by something to bide my time with at school when I didn't feel like studying (Zoo Tycoon was taking up to much of my time... so I desided to just leave it at home and not play it as often) and I desided that a hook rug would be a good thing to bring. Well, after walking to the back of the store I hear Byron meekly saying "uh... Cat. Your pants did rip. (giggle)". I then inspected my ass and found that nearly my entire right cheek was hanging out of my pants. Byron was laughing his ass of, as was I (which wasn't a good idea since it was hanging out of my pants) and to make it even more crazy I walked around for about 20 minutes like this. Dear me. Well, it was hilarious. My purple pocka-dotted underwear and ass were just out there for all to see. Damn. Going to be late to Psychology. Laters.