square_root_of_pi | I ripped my jeans...

...and not in the above implied cool way. I stepped off of Jonathan's bike this morning and heard the foreboding ripping of tough fabric come from below me. I hoped for a moment that his bike had decided to rip. No, it was the crotch of my too tight jeans. I need to face the fact that my clothes are too small and purchase clothing that fits me.

This is embarassing but really funny. I have to stay at my desk for two hours or face my co-workers with a ripped crotch. I feel like an episode of "I Love Lucy" or "Friends".