Yah, I wouldn't want mine to be depressing, either. But I sort of want it to be, I don't know, pleasant. And I definitely dont' want it open casket, because I don't want people to remember me that way.
That was my birthday, I think. Which was actually a bit of a long time ago. We need to find some random reason, that's not really a reason to do the whole drinking thing again. Just so you know.
Lily is up to absolutely nothing, and she's quite glad you found your sock. Although I'm terribly curious as to how it got into your pocket of all places.
Is she really? We have so much in common. You know, I think I vaguely remember carrying it around with me while I looked for my shoe, but then a cat assaulted my socked foot, and I think that's about when I got distracted and stuck the other sock in my pocket. So really, I'm logically illogical.
You two do have a few things in common, I'll grant you that. I'm sorry, I can't stop laughing when I think about a cat attacking your foot. I miss my cat sometimes.
Haha, I'm glad to know that. It'd probably make things sort of difficult if we didn't. Those little buggers do it all the time! You'd think they liked the taste of sock, or something, but clearly, that is impossible. What's your cat like?
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That was my birthday, I think. Which was actually a bit of a long time ago. We need to find some random reason, that's not really a reason to do the whole drinking thing again. Just so you know.
That's really a depressing thought, that is.
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Yeah, we do. I'm not even sure what that meant, all together like that, but I do think we should get hammered.
Yeah, it really is. I don't like thinking about it, really. And I mean, it's not like it's something I have to worry about right now.
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Yeah, that was an amazingly jumbled up statement. Sorry. I do agree with that, however. We do, before the end of the year, soon-ish.
Can't see why you would want to think about it. No it isn't.
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Oooh, okay, cool. I thought I was just sort of retarded. I may still be. But we should get smashed before exams.
Yeah,I really don't.
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Although I'm terribly curious as to how it got into your pocket of all places.
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You know, I think I vaguely remember carrying it around with me while I looked for my shoe, but then a cat assaulted my socked foot, and I think that's about when I got distracted and stuck the other sock in my pocket. So really, I'm logically illogical.
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I'm sorry, I can't stop laughing when I think about a cat attacking your foot. I miss my cat sometimes.
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Those little buggers do it all the time! You'd think they liked the taste of sock, or something, but clearly, that is impossible. What's your cat like?
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It's impossible for us all not to.
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