Pleather pants: Windsor blouse: H&M scarf: thrifted sunnies: F21
What the f. I tell you what the f is. I never thought I’d wear skin tight pleather pants that’s what. I mean I think in some strange Grease fantasy I have maybe someday wanted to go to a carnival in them and shimmy back and forth with Matt and sing until my heart’s content….but other than that….not ever did I want to try them. But strangely enough I kind of….dare I say….like them. Oh what has become of me! But then again I never thought I’d unknowingly punch a pregnant woman either so I guess anything can happen. Oh before you get all judgey about the with child mishap let me explain, because I’m not a terrible person (okay yes I am). 1) It was a playful punch, kind of a, I’mma sock you in the arm if you say that one more time kind of thing. 2) She was known for telling lies to make you look stupid and gullible in front of everyone 3) I have strength that is roughly the size of a barge apparently, because my playful punch accidently was…not so playful.
Okay so here’s the skinny, the 411, the low down down low. Me and we’ll call her Prego Ego were in class together and our conversation went something like this.
Prego Ego: “Sarah you’re so stupid.”
Me: “ What?”
Prego Ego: “Yeah you heard me”
Me: “Yeah well your fat…and so is your mom.” (15 year old Sarah is dumb…and also in highschool, give her a break will ya.)
Prego Ego: “I’m not fat I’m just pregnant”
Prego Ego: “ No really I’m pregnant”
Me: “Whatever, stop lying”
---and que Sarah’s stupid sucker punch that is roughly the strength of a barge----
Prego Ego: “Are you serious…..I really am pregnant stupid” –and then she runs away crying
Me: “Oh my gosh really…I’m so sorry…I didn’t even mean to hit you hard…YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH??!!”
---and que the end of our really strange acquaintanceship----
---and que the birth of a child from Prego Ego roughly eight months later-----
My life people. My life. Could it get any more terrible than that?