boys, boys, boys... as the queen gaga says. yes they are in cars, yes they buy us drinks in bars. but that is not only why we love them. unexpected compliments are always given even if you don't know they are being said. e.g.. i like your jeans, translation: i like your butt in your jeans.
speaking of jeans... obviously i went shopping after work the other day.. and decided to spend most of my pay on new, well deserved jeans. of course when looking at the sizes i picked the smallest one on the rack.. because i just like to say that i can fit into a size six.. but also because if you are an expert shopper like moi, you would know that you have to buy a size smaller then you normally would because jeans strecth very fast. little denim bitches they are. anyways.. the girl puts them on a hook in the changing room for me, and shuts the dark red curtain so no one may see my booty. i put the jeans on they pass my ankles, pass my knees, pass my lower thighs... and then they stop. time to call in the famous jump and jiggle. i grab hold of the top on either side of the zipper, and jump and squeeze and jiggle around like my life depended on it! all so i could spend $79.95 on some destressed denim that will probably not be in fashion next month. as i h jump for my life i trip on my lipstick brand black high heel boot! (thats not the worst part).. and i fall through the curain onto the floor!!! and to my shock fucking horror my old long lost crush is sitting outside my dressing room waiting for his 'girlfriend' (who had a really bad die job.. sorry still a bit in love with him... ok obssesed with him)
but hey the good part is i was wearing really cute underwear that day. xoxox Adriana.
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