I hate socks. I've come to that conclusion after just doing the laundry. Socks just suck. Number one, I'm one of those kind of people who take them off at the drop of the hat and then somehow just one of them gets lost. I think there's a black hole somewhere in this house that sees them and wants to taunt me by just taking one, leaving just one and making me wonder and ponder what's become of it's pair. I have a whole little section on top of the shelf by the washer and dryer comprised of lonely socks, hoping that I'm going to find it's sole mate but somehow, they never seem to turn up.
If that wasn't bad enough, I just hate dealing with socks at laundry time. It's annoying to have this huge pile of socks that I have to dig through to match up and then fold nicely together in those little balls. I just had to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening. I feel much better now.
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