I'm somewhat dismayed to see the return of skin-tight jeans. I remember wearing them in high school, jeans so tight that they pressed on your stomach all day and gave you gas. Dude. There's no way I'll ever wear those again. I'm afraid Levi's 501's are it for me, or else cargo pants.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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