You know, I don't even bat an eyelash anymore when a see a little chinese guy with his tapered, frosted jeans tucked into his pale pink socks and held up by those plastic crayola-colored belts with his shirt tucked in tight enough to expose his squirly ribcage and tinsey nipples, but today I saw this American guy with double-pleated, fire-engine-red, mid-thigh length shorts hoisted up to just above the bottom tip of his ribs, tied off with a thick, rope-like, black belt. I know he was wearing a shirt but I didn't have time to take it all in. It did make me feel better about this half pajama lookin outfit I have going on today.
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Aaah, everyday is a new adventure, you never know what you will see next. These are the things that will make your time there memorable - like "Elijah" or Dr. Yao's origami.
Seriously, though I don't know how you walked by without stopping to gawk...I'm not sure that I could have passed that train wreck without staring.
Laura
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