Magic Pants

OKAY, SO TODAY WAS A REALLY BAD DAY FOR MY POOR CAMERA. ON MY WAY TO SUMMER SCHOOL (MODERN WORLD HISTORY, ICK.) I DROPPED IT. HARD. MY POOR PINK BABY NEVER SAW IT COMING. SHE NOW ONLY HOLDS SEVEN PICTURES AT A TIME. WALKING DOWNTOWN TODAY WAS A REAL BITCH BECAUSE OF IT. I KEPT SEEING THESE FABULOUS OUTFITS WALK DOWN THE STREET, SINCE IT WAS THE CHICAGO SIDEWALK SALE AT DAILY PLAZA AND I COULD ONLY CATCH THESE FEW PHOTOS...

NOT MY BEST PHOTOGRAPHIC WORK, BUT I KEPT HER TALKING THE WHOLE TIME. SORRY SAVANAH! HOPE YOU FOUND THOSE THRIFT SHOPS...

SO I REALIZED ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS, KUNAAL IS A MODEL. HE CAME TO SCHOOL IN A PLAIN-TEE AND CORDS, BUT WHEN HE GRABBED MY HAT SOME KIND OF MAGIC HAPPENED. TELL ME HE SHOULDN'T MODEL FOR URBAN OUTFITTERS:

NOW TO THE MAGIC PANTS. OR LEGGINGS. OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL THEM. BUT THEY ARE UNDENIABLE. MY MOTHER STOPPED ME ON THE WAY OUT THE DOOR JUST TO TELL ME HOW WEIRD THEY WERE, BUT SHE CAN STICK IT WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE. WHEREVER I WENT, THE MAGIC PANTS WERE WORSHIPPED. DOWN THE STREET BY PUNK ROCKERS? CHECK. THEATER PEOPLE? CHECK. OTHER ASPIRING FASHIONISTAS? CHECK. NOT TO MENTION THE RANDOM HOTTIES AT THE TRAIN STATION...

THE MAGIC PANTS COME FROM URBAN OUTFITTERS. I WAS SHOPPING WITH CLARE FROM THE NEW BLOG WIND UP SPACE, AND I SAW THEM AND HAD TO HAVE THEM. I THINK THEIR ORIGINAL MAGIC COMES FROM THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ORIGINALLY ON SUPER SALE FROM $80 DOLLARS TO $10, AND THEN WHEN I WENT TO THE REGISTER THEY WERE REDUCED TO $5. NOTHING BEATS THE SPARKLE OF A FANTASTIC DEAL. 

I SHOULD ALSO PROBABLY TALK ABOUT THAT WHOLE LAST COMMENT FROM THE LAST POST. BASICALLY IT'S A COMPLICATED LOVE...WEB. YOU SEE, THERE'S BOYFRIEND*, AND BOYFRIEND IS SWEET, INTELLIGENT, AND HAS A BEARD. BUT I JUST DON'T THINK I'M READY FOR A BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW, BUT THIS IS THE SECOND TIME WERE DATING AND I WAS SO DESPERATE TO  GET BACK TOGETHER WITH HIM...

BUT THERE'S THE NEW BOYS; CURLY*, STYLE*, JAW*, AND PLAYER*. 

CURLY HAS GIRL PROBLEMS, OR JUST A GIRL ALREADY, SO HE DOESN'T NEED ME. THOUGH IT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM LUSTING...STYLE'S BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK AND KNOW'S HOW TO DRESS, WHICH I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR. JAW IS KINDA OF SELF EXPLANATORY, HE HAS THE GENES TO CARRY OFF A PAPER BAG, OR WALK AROUND NAKED. 

AND THEN THERE'S PLAYER. WE FLIRT CONSTANTLY AND HAVE KISSED, BUT NOTHING SERIOUS OR TO REALLY WORRY BOYFRIEND. BUT I FEEL SEXY AROUND HIM UNLIKE I AM WITH BOYFRIEND...I DON'T KNOW. I THINK THIS OUTFIT WAS GOOD CHOICE AFTER YESTERDAY, SOMETHING TOUGHER TO SHOW THAT I DON'T NEED A MAN, BECAUSE I DON'T.

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? SHOULD I GIVE UP ON BOYFRIEND OR STICK WITH IT?

*NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT...CHIEFLY, MYSELF.