stovepipes and intros

i have a confession. i'm judgemental. there is this super cute girl in my english class, but i can't be friends with her because she wears flared jeans (l.e.i. stonewash). along with 75% of my peers, i have caught the skinny, tapered jeans bug. and i've got it bad. bad to the point where i've started judging my friends on their choice of jeans. and disown them, if it sucks. doesn't everyone realize that skinny just looks better? but you know, i shouldn't be such a bitch. a long, long, long time ago (spring 2004) i, myself, wore flared jeans. yes, it's true. i was a senior in high school with a wet seal card. and i can finally admit it but only because i own a pair of sass & bides. i don't want anyone to think that i am an elitist with an impeccable sense of style. i just want people to trust me and my opinions. and a girl with flared jeans cannot be trusted.