So, I have designated one day a week to myself for my white sock obsession. If you see me on a Friday, I will most likely be wearing white socks. Fridays are the day of me. It's my day to do whatever I please. White socks make me happy. I so love you white socks. See you Friday...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I HATE black socks. I adore my Hanes cotton crew white socks. They are soft and comfortable. They hug my feet and make me feel nice all day long. As many of you know, it's considered the most heinous crime against fashion to wear white socks. Why ? Why? Why can't I wear my beloved white crew socks. Every morning when it's time to put on my socks, I open my drawer and stare. It is filled with white fuzzy socks and black lame snooty socks. Everyday I force myself to put on my black socks to face the world. I despise you black socks. I despise you for the black toe fuzzies you leave on me at night when I take you off. I despise you for the black strings that wedge their way between my toes. Most of all, I hate you black socks because you are not inviting, comfortable and fuzzy.
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