I know it's an age-old question... But where do the socks go when the dryer eats them? I lost two socks yesterday. Not out of the same pair... Single white sock. Likes long walks and lazy Saturdays..... Meets: Single black sock. Professional. Neat and clean appearance... If they meet, will it be love? They can have little gray sock babies.

I have a headache that's so bad that I am seriously contemplating amputating my head. Only out of a headache this bad do you write personal ads for socks.

There is no one in the office today. Had I known that work today was optional, I wouldn't have come.

I am tired of hearing of Terri Schiavo. I don't understand at all why her parents would want to keep her alive. And I really don't understand at all why the government needed to get involved. Enough already.

Will someone else please do my grocery shopping for me?

I miss TJ.

That's all for now.

SOTD: David Gray, This Year's Love

Posted by blueostrich at 10:03 AM
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