What is weird about these pictures?
(other than my ever-present goofy smile)
The answer is that I am currently missing an article of clothing that I was wearing in each of the pictures: the blue shirt, the legs (but not the top half) of my zipoffs, and the green shirt, respectively. How weird is that? How does clothing disappear? This is not just socks we’re talking about, folks. This is large-scale clothing abduction.
Actually most likely I just left these things during a visit home at some point. Gonna have to ask my parents about that. But until then I’m going to pretend that the explanation is a little more exciting; perhaps I’m the target of an international espionage ring, and they’re stealing my clothes to impersonate me? Yeah, that sounds about right.
Does anyone else lose clothes like this?
(The last picture is interesting in its own right: despite our desperate attempts to look as gay as possible, Wing (on the left) just got engaged this past weekend, and James (on the right) is getting married in three days. Doh! I mean, er, congratulations! But now I have to find new targets for my affection.)
I guess I might as well pay respects to another favorite article of clothing that was actually legitimately stolen from me (if you can handle that oxymoron):
Ah, the old Fila windbreaker. Man, I was down with Fila before it was cool to be down with Fila. Hmm… I guess that just makes me not cool. Shoot! Regardless, if I ever meet the CS punk who stole it from Soda 306 I’m going to type-check his ass until he throws an exception.
I can’t believe I just wrote that.