So earlier I was thinking about writing a blog about this pair of navy blue socks I have that never really look blue unless I am wearing black, but then I thought, what a dumb fucking blog post. Do I want people to know how lame my life really is that the only interesting thing I can write about is how hard it is to distinguish a navy blue sock from a black sock?
But then I actually looked at my socks and I realized that I am wearing one navy blue sock and one black sock. And it is pretty obvious. It also means that I wore a navy blue sock and a black sock earlier this week.
At that point, I had to write the blog, I don't even really care how lame my life sounds.
5 comments:
sounds like you're all black and blue.
Quite literally, I am.
In some news, I ate at El Zarape. Brought back many wonderful memories.
Ahhh, I miss El Zarape (though it's probably the people I went with more than anything)!
I think it's hilarious that you were thinking of writing about your socks and then decided against it until you noticed they weren't matching. I laughed so hard! ;o) You're awesome.
I am glad you enjoy the irony that is my life.
El Zarape. I'm SO missing BG and MArgaritas.
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