Things We Say:
I'm going to come there for your birthday and eat you up like "OM NOM NOM"--Boyfriend
NO! I'm going to take two planes, and go to you and Eat YOU up--Patrick
so if you want to get ahold of my girlfriends younger brother his number is 1234554647--Boyfriend because Patrick said that was his phone number.
I'm going to come there for your birthday and eat you up like "OM NOM NOM"--Boyfriend
NO! I'm going to take two planes, and go to you and Eat YOU up--Patrick
so if you want to get ahold of my girlfriends younger brother his number is 1234554647--Boyfriend because Patrick said that was his phone number.
he's only 5. . . might wanna let people in on that--Me
Blurb My Brain:
I decided that I needed to change it up on here, and actually write somewhat creatively, instead of just ranting about whatever made me mad that day. So I went to creativewritingprompts.com, and chose prompt 72. I don't know why I chose 72. I just did. And number 72 was: Write about a task, job, or chore that you do not like.
Well, I can honestly say that I am not a fan of mating socks. I absolutely despise socks. I mean, who the hell likes to do that in the first place? I think I can handle every other aspect of laundry, if it weren't for the white socks. Actually, any socks.
I also think it wouldn't be that bad if it were just me and one other person. In fact, that makes it much easier, because (assuming the other person is Boyfriend) we'd have different sized feet! Problem solved. And if the day ever comes that Boyfriend and I happen to live together, we are going to replace all of his socks with ONE type of sock, so that all the socks are always able to be matched with any other sock of that size. I'll even pay. It's what I do with my socks, and it makes things easier. I mean, then you always know whose sock is whose, and there is no missing dryer-food socks.
After all, WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY GO?! You know you wore a pair earlier in the week, and you have no spare socks lying around the house, or in the covers, or on the floor. SO WHY ARE THERE LONELY SOCKS? My previous solution doesn't always prevent single lonely socks. The only solution I can offer is to wash the losers anyway, and then set them aside, until the next load of laundry, when another loser shows up, and you create an arranged marriage.
Wait, picture THAT for a second. (If you are lost, I'm talking about socks as people, and not with beaded eyes or drawn on faces. We are adults, let's not imagine sock puppets.) It makes me laugh to imagine socks being the kinds of people who get all angsty when fired from the job (of keeping feet....whatever it is that socks do). Or they are the kind that fall romantically in love with each other until the next wash cycle. And we think we humans party, they have foam parties every week, where people are dancing indiscriminately. Socks with undies, undies with t-shirts, t-shirts with socks, undies with t-shirts. It's like a Skinless Skins party. HAHAHAH. Oh I have a vivid imagination.
Anyway, as much fun as being a sock sounds, I hate mating them with a fiery passion. What kind of chore do YOU hate the most?
Blurb My Brain:
I decided that I needed to change it up on here, and actually write somewhat creatively, instead of just ranting about whatever made me mad that day. So I went to creativewritingprompts.com, and chose prompt 72. I don't know why I chose 72. I just did. And number 72 was: Write about a task, job, or chore that you do not like.
Well, I can honestly say that I am not a fan of mating socks. I absolutely despise socks. I mean, who the hell likes to do that in the first place? I think I can handle every other aspect of laundry, if it weren't for the white socks. Actually, any socks.
I also think it wouldn't be that bad if it were just me and one other person. In fact, that makes it much easier, because (assuming the other person is Boyfriend) we'd have different sized feet! Problem solved. And if the day ever comes that Boyfriend and I happen to live together, we are going to replace all of his socks with ONE type of sock, so that all the socks are always able to be matched with any other sock of that size. I'll even pay. It's what I do with my socks, and it makes things easier. I mean, then you always know whose sock is whose, and there is no missing dryer-food socks.
After all, WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY GO?! You know you wore a pair earlier in the week, and you have no spare socks lying around the house, or in the covers, or on the floor. SO WHY ARE THERE LONELY SOCKS? My previous solution doesn't always prevent single lonely socks. The only solution I can offer is to wash the losers anyway, and then set them aside, until the next load of laundry, when another loser shows up, and you create an arranged marriage.
Wait, picture THAT for a second. (If you are lost, I'm talking about socks as people, and not with beaded eyes or drawn on faces. We are adults, let's not imagine sock puppets.) It makes me laugh to imagine socks being the kinds of people who get all angsty when fired from the job (of keeping feet....whatever it is that socks do). Or they are the kind that fall romantically in love with each other until the next wash cycle. And we think we humans party, they have foam parties every week, where people are dancing indiscriminately. Socks with undies, undies with t-shirts, t-shirts with socks, undies with t-shirts. It's like a Skinless Skins party. HAHAHAH. Oh I have a vivid imagination.
Anyway, as much fun as being a sock sounds, I hate mating them with a fiery passion. What kind of chore do YOU hate the most?
lol, i gave up pairing socks awhile ago. My boyfriend and I have our own sock drawers. And if he wants matching socks, he can dig for a pair the morning he puts them on.. haha.
ReplyDeleteAfter I had posted this, I talked to Boyfriend. He informed me that I will not be throwing away his socks. I like the respective sock drawer idea. I think it is amazing! :)
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