I really wanted something to wear when I put the bins out. I say wanted, that's an overstatement, I don't really want anything, other than for the tiny tiny flame of individuality that continues to flicker inside of me to finally be snuffed out. That moment came a whole stride closer as I slide into these sweatpants. Might I also add that I never break a sweat when putting the bins out and have no intention of coming close to perspiring in these. Why is there the option to rate this clothing on a scale everything is a solid 3* no more and no less.
I’ve NEVER liked sauerkraut, and you can’t prove that I’ve EVER eaten it!!
Was promised a backlink to my underperforming website if I bought some joggers.
At no point was I told you can't click on an embroidered URL.
One star for being able to fit my oversized hands in the pockets.
The joggers looked like something you’d wear if you were convalescing. Not necessarily ill, just run down in a general way. The sort of tired that makes other people think you’re hungover, or possibly had a bit of a blow to the head.
They’re soft enough that you forget you’re wearing them, which helps. You don’t keep adjusting yourself or checking how you look when you pass a mirror.
I started wearing them in the evenings, then in the mornings as well. After a while there didn’t seem much point changing, as I wasn’t going anywhere that required it.
They live at the end of the bed now.
