If by "heart," you mean "favorite jeans EVER" and if by "San Francisco," you mean "the outer limits of the East Bay."
I cannot adequately describe my severe trauma upon unpacking my bags from the weekend trip and NOT seeing my favorite pair of jeans. Apparently I left them on the floor at becca's house. I have no idea what I am going to wear until I get them back. Oh. My. Gosh. WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!?!
My "skinny" jeans, I guess. Thank God I still have those. Whatever would I do without them.
Besides breathe, that is.
I am so depressed.
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Oh dear.
If I were Catholic, I'd be lighting a whole army of candles right now for you. Instead, I advise chocolate until your favorite jeans are recovered.
that's a nice thought, quesse. except for the fact that chocolate is not going to help me fit in my skinny jeans in the meantime!!!!
but i appreciate the commiseration. :)
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