I've been having a pants problem for a while. The problem being, that they're almost all too big and I lose them but I don't have a belt. Because I don't like belts. Belts are stupid.
So, this was my solution:
Top: thingie from my external hard drive pouch. Below: key chain.
Way less stupid than a belt, mhmm.
Unfortunately, that didn't work as well as I wanted it to and I was still losing my pants.
Today, inspired by my first crush who broke my heart by being a TV personality on what was indubitably one of the best shows ever made and not somebody I could actually meet in real life, I spoke to my dad about the problem and he helped me. In the best way possible. Like, seriously, I mean it, this could in no way be any better than it is now.
Hells to the fricking yeah!!!
Dear Steve Urkel,
you broke my heart in 1995.
Today, I finally and fully got over it.
By becoming even cooler than you ever were.
Face of pure joy.
I will be wearing these all. the. time.
Deal with it.