those black pants

First day of school, Spring'09, at not San Francisco worthy San Francisco State University. Why is it in middle of San Francisco's version of suburban hell? I get depressed every time I go out there and that's four times a week. Today I was actually feeling positive about it. It's all so familiar and not intimidating now. And I've found some spots with glimpses of beauty to hide out and escape the hipsters. I mean, c'mon, I'm a senior. So above that superficial style shit, right? Wrong. I'm really desperate for these black pants I saw at Dapper on Friday which were kind of scandalously tight, but the cut was amazing. They're not really practical, but I need something beyond practical to get me through these days. I hope they're still there. But who else could possibly wear them except me? I need those pants, I need them to say, I may be a dried-up old sissy, but I'm not giving up!