I can't stand wearing socks with a hole on the bottom. It feels wrong. Even so, when I find out one of my socks has a tiny rip in the bottom, I can't help but stick my finger in there, wiggle it around and make it bigger, until the hole becomes so huge that I have to throw the sock away because it's unwearable.
I wasn't always like this, not until around the time I was finishing up high school. In junior high, I wouldn't think of replacing my socks until my parents physically dragged me to Mervyns to buy a new bundle. What was the point? Just socks.
This is why I think I'm going to be single for a while.
-p5.
2005-10-02 - still gone
2005-02-03 - We've moved!
2005-01-30 - I'll take a #3 please
2005-01-26 - The Matrix Has You
2005-01-26 - Lowered standards.
