I got this teeny pair of black denim shorts at Brandy Melville in 3rd Street Promenade. Every time I'm in that store, I have an incredible inclination to touch everything I see. Everything, and I mean everything, is uber soft and may be crafted by hipster bunnies. I love the frayed edges but had to trim a few threads since those shorts be cray. I already foresee myself never taking these off this LA summer. Now, back to procrastinating on my personal statement.