The black skinny jeans with the black converse and band t-shirt.
From Create Your Own Story
7 a.m.
You slide on your leg-squeezing, reproductive-organ-crushing black skinny jeans with the rips in them, then lace up your Converse All-Stars and slip into a white Rage Against the Machine t-shirt. Your make-up, you decide today, would look good with a smoky eye, so you put on a little more than usual. Your dog comes over, enthralled by the fact that you're up and running. You pet her, but from a distance. "Goddamnit, dog, you're YELLOW. I'm wearing black. You're killing me."
You fluff up your brown hair and then examine yourself in the mirror. Here comes the self-esteem rant: "DoIlookfat NoofcourseIdon't ButdoIlookbad Lookatyourselfinthatlightyou'resuperhot Butnoteverybodycanseemeinthatlight Fuckitjustleave."
You go to your car, which is an old crappy stick shift (badass on the stick, not so much the old crappy car itself), and turn it on. You then check the time and wince. Jesus. Emily's gonna kill you, cuz you promised to pick her up. But do you have time?
Probably not, but hey, we got options:
