privileges

"Leggings are not pants; they're a privilege," said the other KR via ML many moons ago. While my body's probably too bootylicious to really exercise said privilege, I do so anyways. I can't help but don leggings on Wednesdays, when my day is spent sitting at a desk for 7.5 hours. That's right. 7.5 hours of class! It was much easier to sit at a desk when each minute meant a steady flow of income.

After my mission to find a nice array of stretchy non-pants, I turned to the obvious answer in American Apparel and stocked my overstuffed dorm room dresser with black, navy, and hunter green pairs. Le sigh. I could get used to these. Jeans seem so binding after a morning in the ultra-comfy privilege non-pants.

In other news, here are five things on my mind this morning:

1. The cafe is serving my favorite soup today. Is it pathetic that beef chili really makes smile?
2. AR (the sis) is adjusting to her freshman year at Stonehill quite well, which makes her older sis not only proud, but pretty relaxed, as well!
3. The Weeds finale made me jump. It was total insanity. Go Shane!
4. My weekend starts at 11:15 AM tomorrow. YES.
5. I finally have grown to like my new bob. It's actually quite versatile!

XO,

KR