trudging slowly over wet sand

i've hit the six month mark on my first pair of Alamedas.
time for a real wash.
it's funny.
last year, i thought it would be forever before i owned a pair of Altamont jeans.
i own four pairs.
the only reason i'm washing my first pair is i wear them to work.
they've soaked up a lot of dish water and there's frothed milk stains near the ankles.
also, it won't make much difference whether i wash them or not.
i tossed them in a washing machine without any detergent when i first got them because i wanted to shrink them a bit.
so the dye of the denim set in and they didn't wear the way they should have.

i'll do a better job next time.
in another six months, i'll probably retire them and buy a new pair.
work pants can get pretty disgusting when you work with food and drinks.


i hurt my right index finger pretty bad last night.
i'm doing most things left handed.
having flashbacks to last year when i broke my thumb.

i just want it to be summer.
tomorrow.
i can't wait to lay on the beach.
my fedora covering my face.
relaxing for one week.
then coming home to what i'm hoping will be the best summer of my life.
i'll be 21, transfering to a new school, working a job i actually enjoy, and maybe (a big maybe) i'll make enough money over the summer to start searching for an apartment somewhere.
anyone interested in living with me?
i'd search places around towson.
close enough that i could skate to s-bucks and campus bright 'n early in the morn'.
i'm not trying to drop three weeks pay on a towson parking pass.

tonight.
let us dance.