Somehow, watching Sex And The City after a shocking declaration of "I'm not gonna get married!" from a fellow girlfriend (hurhur) makes quite perfect sense. Whoever said watching it is akin to reading Chicken Soup For The Singleton's Soul was obviously LYING (mififi, was it youuuuu).

Even though Sarah Jessica Parker bears a striking resemblance to a horse and her supposed "fabulous" sense of style eludes me most of the time, I've gotta say she looks cute in the sweats-leggings-crimson-heels ensemble. Slouchy chic, me likey. :) Even if it's a little done to death by now.