NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! ::Obi Wan at Qui Gon's death voice:: My knees finally came through my favourite jeans. I have this evil rip of doom on the right knee. ::weeps uncontrollably:: Alas and alack, I've become a punk. Percy knows how long I've had these jeans... they fit perfectly! The size was "twiggy"! They were long enough! Curse the fates for their vile and sinister plots. Now I need to go shopping. And before ISAS, too. Bah. And no one is commenting on my Cheery sketches, the fiends.