New Tights from the Pornshack

Today was a huge dissapointment, due to the fact that I was supposed to tattoo my boyfriend, but my mentor took most of the stuff I needed home with her for the weekend, so I couldn't do anything! So lame, I wanted to cry. Going more than a week without the slightest amount of practice really does, well, put me out of practice. Oh well. There are more weeks ahead.

In other news, I have decided that in spite of all the dissapointment of today I could at least treat myself to new tights. No, I didn't just want them, I actually needed them. Yes, God forbid if I actually need something. My existing tights (from the Pornshack I like to call American Apparel) have lasted me a good year and some (Amazing! I know), but have suddenly decided to make extra ventilation for my knees. In other words, they have finally ripped to the point where my mother started making 'street walking' jokes. Thanks mom. Personally, I don't mind ripped up tights, or ripped up anything for that matter. At least I don't do it on purpose, most of the time.

So on my journey towards unholiness (tights, in context), I wandered over to the said Pornshack (a.k.a American Apparel, in case you don't notice the ads) and picked myself up some of the same black stirrup tights that I have grown to love over the past year. And just because I like to stay away from this place as much as possible, I picked up another pair; but in gray! Sweet baby Jesus! But can someone explain something to me? Why would a pair of a more simple styled stirrup tights be twice as expensive? Less fabric, same material, $38 as opposed to $17!? What?? My guess is that they weren't made by children. Buuut I hope I'm wrong.

Well, I will leave you with a nice photo of my hoe-bag tights. Hey! I should be in an American Apparel ad! Enjoy!