Wednesday, November 03, 2004
SOCKS???
He found a pair of my socks that he apparently thought I couldn't live without, or he couldn't live with. One or the other. So I go get the socks, he acts like nothing's wrong and he really wants to talk. When I confront him he says nothing's on his mind and makes small talk after insisting I sit and watch tv awhile. This shit doesn't cut it so I tell him I have to leave. We say goodbye, don't be a stranger and thus life goes on. WEIRD
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:48 PM