today on my personhood spree i did just that and now i am flush with self-righteousness. kind of. also grossness. some of these socks i have had since grade school. not even kidding. i found a pair (ok, two pairs. of the same socks.) that date back to my seventh birthday grade. did i get rid of them? absolutely not. socks and i do not part ways easily, as evidenced by the second discovery of my sock project. so, when i find that i am missing a sock, i keep the remaining one around, hoping that the other one will turn up. that doesn't happen sometimes, but i will keep that stray sock forever. i seriously found some lonely socks that i've been holding onto since high school. i have moved these socks to school, back home, to my old apartment, and then to my current one. they weren't even nice socks. just gross white socks i've probably had since i was twelve. because i am disgusting. whatever. i did get rid of some of the loose socks though, so, you know that's good. oh, what? what do i mean "some?" well i totally kept like 6 mate-less socks and i don't even care. i am good at my life and you are jealous.
i have THREE drawers of pajamas, what now?
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