Socks

I'm watching TOWIE with roomie Aris and yelling at everyone about their terrible choices. Have you seen this show?! Don't do it. It will destroy you from the inside.

I spent a good time lying in Maxwell's (the dog that doesn't live there but claimed a room) room, listening to NPR's 'Serial' (much later in the game than the rest of you, so don't spoil it or I'll come toothpaste-freeze your underwear), and realized that I can't actually remember the last time I wore a pair of socks that matched.

This is surprising, considering my strange OCD tendencies, but I guess less surprising considering my stubborn I-don't-like-to-feel-controlled-by-your-stupid-matching-socks-societal-rules tendencies. 

Plus, think of all the time I save not having to match them up! Precious seconds that can be better spent taking pictures of the thing I didn't do. And blogging about it.

I was going to post a video of roomie Patrick's 'Meow Meow' couch routine, but apparently he's out having a life or something. But don't worry. I made a great post about my socks instead. You just read it.

You're welcome.