Okay, so I practically live in tights. My black tights. I’ve got maybe six or so. But I’ve got a problem. Just last week, I had to throw away one pair cause they had this big hole from the knee all the say to the top (We got dragged to Lola’s - my G’MAH- - church where they have the most boring sermons that I generated a hole in my tights and it was fun watching the ladders create themselves and one thing led to another… But it was Mother’s Day, so i guess it was worth it). And also in that week, I discovered that I’m too tall for some of them now… Well, at least I hope it’s cause I’ve grown taller… not the other way. So that got rid of another 3 or 4… And then TODAY, I’m wearing this newish pair of tights that have holes in the toes (because I fell up the stairs in Greenwood block which was actually hilarious at the time and made me high for the rest of the day) which I guess isn’t THAT big a deal, BUT just before they got caught in some velcro and this stupid HOLE came out of no where on my thigh and it’s slowly growing and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!? I’m think I’m just going to have to try and sew it back together if that worhks…
I’m a sad person right now.
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