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jen would be so proud!

i am wearing skinny jeans today. with boots even. phew!

this is huge, considering i prefer my black kyodans (yoga pants), any free people pants or shorts and sweats for any occasion. jeans? hate em. always have. i think its because i hate feeling restricted in pants, and jeans do that to me. that, and i think they look awful. i sincerely dont think i was made for jeans. a few of my best friends share this opinion (haha, probably why we are best friends!!). i have one bf (jen) who is a total fashionista...and she cringes when she hangs out with us cause we are total tomboys. i mean, we wear makeup and love short skirts, but compared to her, what we wear will always compare to soccer shorts and ponytails.

buuut, as many of you know, aaron is coming to town tonight. and i want to knock him dead. (i dont mean that in a "im-so-hot" way. you all know i never think like that). what i mean is, i want to try to look my absolute best, and i think skin tight jeans can only help that. ha! and skinny jeans, by nature, are freakin tight to the 100th power. a bit of bronzer and 10 coats of mascara are the other weapons i have in my arsenal.

its so funny, ive been a little nervous all day in aniticipation for tonight. its just dinner and a game, but i want him to see me and go weak in the knees. (ill let you know if i do that to him! haha).

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haha, u know thats how i feel about jeans too (hence the sweats) we are so clothing connected! I think i used to wear jeans back in college for drew...haha!! hope u knock the socks off Aaron! Have a good time tonight! love you :)
ps, i sooo want to know how it goes :P
ps, lets see a pic to remember this skinny jeans day :)

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