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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Quest for the Perfect Pair of Jeans
I’m on a quest for the perfect pair of jeans. In my whole life I’ve only ever once had the perfect pair of jeans and I miss them. It’s been years so it’s about time I find another pair, or they find me. I wore my old perfect pair of jeans so much that they had holes all over them and my mother finally threw them away. I was So upset at her. The perfect pair of jeans are like a best friend. They are laid back. You can always count on them to make you feel better. Mine are an average blue, well-worn, with a few holes. They are bootcut and make me look skinny and make my ass look great. The moment you see them, you know. I can picture them perfectly in my mind, I just need to find them.
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