do you ever sometimes think how much easier life would be if socks were like jeans and you could wear them more than once before having to wash them? this is, of course, not the case and i don't suggest it. i know because i've attempted it a few times when i was too lazy to look around for clean socks in the pile of clean clothes that i was too lazy to put away. an unfortunate and lowly decision because, should you try this at home, it will also just so happen to be the day you go to someone's house for the first time and there's a "no shoes on the carpet" policy or some other strange experience that forces you to remove your shoes. it is embarrassing and disgusting and you pity your lazy self for quite some time afterward. but you learn your lesson... but i still can't help but sometimes wonder how much easier life would be if socks were more like jeans...
:)
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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I've found that if I just sleep with my socks on, my nose doesn't recognize stinky sockness the next morning and I can fool myself into believing they don't smell. I tell myself they've been properly aired out and are good as new. However I've noticed other people have a difficult time sharing my believe that my "aired out" socks don't stink.
hahaha! thanks alanna!
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