Today I believe I committed one of the biggest fashion crimes that can ever be committed and it felt awesome. I had yoga today so I dress in appropriate attire; I bought man-sweat pants for 4.77 and they are the most comfortable pants I have ever worn and ever will wear (in fact, I plan on being buried in these pants). Back to my point: These pants have the elastic in the cuffs, which makes them terrible and terrific at the same time (these are actually the same type of sweats I used to wear when I was a kid. Except they were fuchsia, not baggy, and had matching sweatshirts). Anyway, what kind of shoes does one wear with these awkward elastic cuffed pants? Sandals! Not just any sandals but the sandals that once belonged to my brother and the same sandals that I've kept alive since I was thirteen. Oh yes. Not so bad yet? Here's the kicker: I wore socks. Not black socks that would make sense with gray and black sandals (which, incidentally, doesn't make sense at all since no one should ever wear socks with sandals) but hippy socks made of green and yellow all woven into a puke colored sock. And that, my friends, is what yoga is all about.
There is a fellow who occasionally sits next to me in communications and I have a feeling he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. At least when it comes to woman. I have heard over seven different stories about seven different girls that he almost had. The most recent was some Spanish beauty he only sees when he drives but if he ever had the chance he would *censored* (and "Spanish beauty" is a term I formed. His was a phrase that should have been used in the company of sailors instead of two females). He talks to me like I'm one of the guys and he blurts out information as if it's supposed to get me going. He speaks as if I'm supposed to be impressed that he "almost got booty an hour ago". In fact, I'm going bet he hasn't ever gotten booty because out of all the stories I've heard not one of them has had a... happy ending. I have a lot of friends who share things with me but-- shazam! I don't need to know about your sexual practices and who you would or would not "do" and why you would or wouldn't want to "do" them.
Hm.
I just came to make sure he's dead.
--Carmen
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Humm,sounds like your class buddy lives in a little world called "fantisy land". He's definately all talk and no action, and it's wrong that he thinks you even care. I feel for you!
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