I hate to start a new blog with a rant...but I can't wait on this one.
as I innocently walk down chestnut, I notice this emo kid that just has something wrong about him. at first I couldn't put my figure on it but then it hit me.
skinny jeans on a not so skinny person.
now I'll be the first to admit that I'm not what you could call skinny...though by no means fat.
I've got a belly and if you do, that's cool. but what's not cool is dressing against your natural state.
so emo kid has on skinny jeans, and not just like straight leg, I'm talking painted on, jump up and down, lay on the bed to button skinny jeans. and emo kid has rightly paired them with a white button down, nonchalantly untucked, and a black skinny tie. normally, I would chuckle at this ensemble, seeing as it is the uniform of almost every emo rocker/lead singer out there, but this time, it was especially comical. because emo kid has the toothpick legs to wear the skinny jeans, but as soon as you hit the waistline everything changed. it was like he was a human mr. potatohead where you could interchange legs to match or mismatch the upper body.
I do feel a bit gay writing my first post about what seems to be me checking out some kid on the street, but I wish I had snapped a picture. It was just too comical to not post about.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
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