Leggings are NOT pants.
Why do we not understand this? I don't care how skinny and knock-kneed you are, leggings don't count as pants. I'll go ahead and put in an easy three step process so you can tell if you're wearing leggings as pants or not.
1. Look at your ass.
2. Can you see it at all?
3a. If yes: take your leggings off because that shirt you originally got for your illegitimate child at the Baby Gap doesn't cover speck of your ass, you big hussy. You look vulgar, put on some pants.
3b. If no: rock the tunic and leggings you're wearing and be on your way, foxy.
Do you have things that you do that piss you off every time you do them?
Like when you stub your toe, you want to go on a screaming rampage because it hurts so bad but you have no one to blame but yourself, right? Now, there is one thing that I do all the time that gets me legitimately baby-punching angry every time. When I rip my headphones out of my ears. Weird? Maybe. I put my ipod in my backpack side pocket, I drop my backpack on the floor, I rip out my headphones. It pisses me off to no end and I have no clue why. If I do it more than 3 times in one day, I'm in a bad mood for the next 12 hours. It's like being yanked out of my musical world and thrown in to Alcatraz. That's that.
Update on Willow Smith!
She went on The Ellen Degeneres show. It kills me slowly to say that. But, Ellen being the beautiful woman she is was on my side and underhandedly made fun of Willow especially every time Willow said the phrase "my career". Ellen then gave her a neck brace bedazzled with rhinestones and pictures of Ellen's face on it to protect her from any hair whipping injuries. Everyone should check out the interview.
That's really all I have for today. Nothing spectacular. Thanks for reading!
Love,
Syd
Obsession of the Day: Loko Thursdays.
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