Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Denim

I will never name my child Khaki.

It's the type of name that, upon first encounter, seems oddly likeable, mysterious, unique. You think that it's special, has a nice feel to it, and most importantly, seems so original. You think there can't possibly be another Khaki in the world.

Then, one day, you meet another Khaki, and you're just an ass named after a color. Not even a really solid, legitimate color, but a color ranging from off-white to army green.The color for which you are named not only has a complete lack of focus, but is primarily reserved for clothing. You are an unfocused pair of pants.

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