Entropy

Regular readers of this blog may recall the story about the gum on my pants. Well, I forgot about it and ran it through the warsh. It's on there, but good, now. Kinda looks like I bird-crapped my pants.

Separately (although, ironically, joined into one photographic image) my shoelace exploded.

If this were a MyXangaJournal, I would let you know that my mood is pissed off and I've been listening to "Yesterday".