My important background type stuff is really stupid to me but not to anyone else. I really would love to just forget all of it. And no, its not one of those “too painful to remember things” I just don’t like talking about. I’m completely over … Collin.

There, I said it. Collin. Collin. Collin was my beautiful, blonde-haired, abusive ex-boyfriend. I love him. I mean I loved him. The perfect boyfriend you could ask for turned out to be abusive with a history already. But we were together for two years so he’s not just forgettable. If only…

Okay, sorry. I should get back to my jeans story. After Collin and I … broke up and blah, blah, blah, then came the pants. I needed a pick-me-up type of thing so I drove to the mall. American Eagle was one of the first stores so I shuffled through some clothes, playing dress-up with random things, trying to entertain myself.

 And then I picked up the pants and it was destiny.

No, scratch that.

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This is a series with myself that I discontinued on Ficlets. I ran out of ideas so I'm kind of starting fresh on some of the posts :) WARNING: This story contains strong language, some sexual activity and a little bit of illegal drugs. The only reason why it's not tagged MATURE is because those events are not the overall point of the story only bits and pieces.

updated Feb 21 '09 by JoyceFreedom