Beats me. I don't know myself. I'm at work and i'm bored right now probably doing something I can get fired for. Urban Suburban Monstrosity? Work horse? Slave? Sure. All of them. What gets me most is that I have a ripped hole in my jeans, and I don't remember when or how I got them. Now THAT defines me. My hole in my jeans.
Update: I'm wearing different jeans now. In this pair, the whole is behind my right foot. Just so you know. I still feel the same.
