I Hate Wearing Pants

I look happy in this picture. Right?

And I am happy. I am with some of my favorite people in the entire world: my Theta sisters, I just got done with a delicious mexicana milkshake, it was saturday, I didn't have a lot of homework. I mean why wouldn't I be happy? But let's take a closer look at this picture shall we to understand the one reason I would be unhappy, and trust me there is only one reason.

This reason is, as highlighted above, that I am wearing pants.

I HATE PANTS. HATE. HATE. HATE.

You see, I love dresses and skirts.

I mean if I could I would wear a dress or skirt or even shorts every day.

But not pants, never pants.

I never wake up and say "Oh hey, I want to wear pants today"

No, that is never what I say.

Ask Nora or Lucy or Maddie.

They will tell you that before we go places they are like "Dani, put pants on"

and I reply, "But I don't want to wear pants." and I don't.

I never will.

Let's look at another picture.

I look happy here, right?

Well I am, but again it is all lies because I AM WEARING PANTS.

But alas, here is an example of true happiness:

I mean what more could I ask for in this picture.

I am wearing a dress and with my BFFLE Jamiez.

This my friends is true happiness.

Yet, it would have been spoiled if I was wearing pants.

Pants=Doom.

That is all.