Mismatched Socks
>> Sunday, August 2, 2009 –
my life
This morning I put on a sock with a little black dot in the corner on the seam. I remembered how you used to mark your socks with a black dot so they wouldn't mingle with my socks. I also remembered how I intentionally disregarded your black dots and matched up dotted and non-dotted socks wearing them both haphazardly like I did most things; while you did most things meticulously. In fact, if you were reading this you would probably be wondering about my use of semicolon.