Lost socks.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 @ 12:45 AM / 0 comment(s)Sometimes I think I should sew my name on the bottom of every school sock I own just so my mum would not get them mixed up. My socks are diminishing at an alarming rate and where do I end up finding all my beautiful, new, white AND clean socks? In my brother's draws. And what do I find in my draw? His filthy blackened socks.
HAAAAAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE. Hope you have a mighty fruity day. ;) (You see what I did there?)
This is like the 50th message I've written to you.
I feel rather accomplished.