socks

if there is something that i hate to do in this world beside ironing, that would be washing socks. somehow socks-although almost always hidden beneath the shoes-managed to get itself dirty all the times, in no times. i wonder why. and not only dirty, but the kind of get down and dirty that you just can't wash away easily. like a sin.

and how people treat socks is even worse. they toss it into the bin like it's not a smelly dirty thing and just forget about it. i guess people secretly wish that inside the bin there this socks fairy with a handy wand that would clean up the socks in a zippy and deliver the clean socks straight away into the cupboard (i really do wish there is such fairy. i want to have one).

i think i get brain poisoning from washing too many socks.

They pair off and are inseparable.
Geese mate for life.
Dissolving their union on a whim.
Socks, while inanimate, can not remain husband and wife.
-jeff vidrine, socks-