in conscious state

Yes, both mentally and physically conscious. What of? Conscious of the current proximity to the end of my semester studies (reason enough to take up raiding Redbox as a reprieving hobby) and my newfound affinity for bootcut denim. The latter translates as the male "flare" in my eyes, to which not until recently I considered blasphemy. Sure, I've adopted my now vastly over-worn Calvin's as the sartorial fruit of my loins and the example of current obsessions, but I've now become diligent in attempting to find similar pairs of fancy. If only Elizabeth & James batted well for my team (and all men in general). Coming off a long-winded analysis in the last post, I'm thereby injecting a text/photo light bit into the bunch. Ta-da. Here it is. 

(gap sweater, calvin klein jeans)

That was it. A split second of a somewhat overdrawn tempested afternoon in the outskirts of the city. What can I say, I'm not the type to inundate the mind with seas of photographs (except for when a journalistic subtext exists) but I must admit that I am a bonafide word addict. In fact, I'm still cringing from writing the forbidden words "text light" a few character counts ago, as it is just in my nature to keep blabbing on. Cady Heron was on to something with the word vomit thing. It's actually happening right now. And now.

-The Style Inquisitor-

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