black jeans

Daine — Mon, 19 May 2008 16:55:47 +0000

I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

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