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Originally Posted by Sapien
Trying so hard not to the flip the fck out right now!!! I LOST MY SOCKS in ANOTHER DIMENSION! THESE are very important socks!!! Don’t get me started on losing things in other dimensions. All the FCKING TIME!!!!! Trying to not so hard scream right now because of these REMLINS.
Am ditching therapy this week. I need mountain therapy more than psychotherapy with an imbecile who is a dozen levels below me.
STOP STEALING MY SOCKS!!!!! Some quantum tunneling shyt going on I’m done I’m teleporting to Earths core
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The Secret World of Lost Socks
Why does my “official” sock drawer have fewer socks than my “lost sock drawer”? Please someone, tell me why so many socks form pairs no more. Do you, too, have dozens of forlorn socks waiting for their mates? Is there a world out there, like the Island of Misfits, where lost socks wait?
Sometimes when I’m delinquent doing laundry, I find myself with no sock choices. I’ve been known to open the “lost sock drawer” in hopes I’ll hear the voices of some pairs of choices. After all, when I put my clean laundry away there’s always going to be at least one or two stray. With luck, there are some reunited pairs in there. A match of socks sure would be fair!
If I score a find, I smile, and remove them from the huge deep pile, but when they’re on my feet, what often shows are two big holes above my toes and the sight of my big toenail. Other times their elasticity has gone, so when I put both of them on, one stands straight around my shin, the other falls down and shows it’s ready for the garbage bin. I’ve been known to wear a mismatched pair, if they don’t show through my shoes and below my pants, why should I even bother to care?