Things Fall Apart, Part I

My clothes are literally disintegrating; fabric turns to cobwebs, shoes loosen and crack and break. The catastrophes are not due to an expansion on my part as the holes and rips occur in the strangest places. I think that my laundry detergent is highly acidic. Or something.

So far I've mourned the violent death of two pairs of jeans (skinny and loose), my favorite plaid blouse, loafers, flip flops, and a t-shirt that I inherited from Danny.

Currently in critical condition: my favorite pair of jeans, which I received as a gift from my Aunt Andy in 8th or 9th grade, a soft cotton H+M dress that I bought in the spring of 2003, and my black flats.

My mission: to stay clothed for the rest of the semester.