2004-08-12
och aye in the land of frozen feet
Wisconsin, by a nose that is frozen, is the suckiest state for summer in the entire adjacent states. Right now as I type this, it is perhaps sixty degrees at the highest and threatening yet another rain storm. My attire has changed drastically from a pair of capris and a nice tanktop to long pants, a sweater, and socks. I never, ever wear socks. Socks are in fact, the antichrist but shh you didn't hear it from me.
Right now I am wearing three layers on top to get the blood flowing and have even made another pot of coffee just to warm me. I will be up all night long at this point. And hey, did I mention that I am wearing socks? I did? Well that is good because in all truth I am. This will make it the second day in a row that I have had to wear socks[and no I am not wearing the same pair.what dumpster do you think I crawled out of?]
Today I am wearing the taboganning socks. Or as Sambo calls them, my Tartan Scottish McKilt socks. This is because they are red, yellow, black, and green mixed into the sauvest tartan pattern this side of the big pond. And they are mine, all mine. With little grippers on the bottom of them. If I am forced by Mother Nature[or Miss Linguist]to wear socks, they must have grippers on the bottom. I am a sucker for gripper socks. Because of two things which I will now share: a.)my floors are hardwoods and I do not like slipping and sliding around in regular socks until I fall on my arsebone and b.)see item a.
Don't even ask me why I am making an entry about socks. Really, there is no answer to that question. The only thing that I can think of is because I do not have a life. Yes, that must be it. Between swimming season and existing for one more year in this town, I have nothing to keep me writing. Save for all you fine people. And the fact that I am a megalomaniac and love to read my own words in some form of print. Yep. That too.
In other news: I am reading "Everything is Illuminated" by Jonathan Safran Foer. Read it please. You won't regret it.
This has been your tobaganning socked diary. Thank god Scottish women are too sensible to wear kilts. Further proof women are the more sensible sex.
Quote of the day:"Two slippery strippers swinging around two poles."-[Ani Difranco]