Tonight, walking to my kickball game, I didn't think twice about my outfit. I was team clad...full of team spirit.
However, along my walk, after one and two and three sort of strange looks...I realized I might not be as average as I thought.
Bright yellow laces, purple/green/white argyle knee-socks, cut-off jean shorts, bright purple shirt and pig tails...yea, maybe not so average...at least according to my local Santa Monica-ites.
However, the boy that purposefully rolled down his window to yell "Nice socks!" sort of ruled my world tonight. So much better than the typical "Hey hot stuff" or etc.
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