I can't find my god damn pants.
...That came out wrong. Okay, see, I'm wearing pants--my jeans, actually, the ones that I love and refuse to throw away even there's a hole in the knee? But I was putting laundry away this evening and realized that I couldn't find my green pants. The funky ones with the pockets. They're not in my closet, they're not in my drawers, and they're not under Abby's bed (she felt the need to reassure me of this).
SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PANTS???
((edit: I found my pants.))
...That came out wrong. Okay, see, I'm wearing pants--my jeans, actually, the ones that I love and refuse to throw away even there's a hole in the knee? But I was putting laundry away this evening and realized that I couldn't find my green pants. The funky ones with the pockets. They're not in my closet, they're not in my drawers, and they're not under Abby's bed (she felt the need to reassure me of this).
SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PANTS???
((edit: I found my pants.))