i’m wearing my fun socks today, but it doesn’t seem to be making its impact. if any of you have watched the TV series BONES, you know that FBI agent Sealy Booth wears funky socks as his way of being unique and special in a world of hum-drumminess. his way of ‘sticking it to the man’, i guess. or his way of declaring his individualism. and if you watch Storage Wars, you know that Barry (I LOVE YOU BARRY!) wears his ‘lucky’ socks, hopefully to have blessings from the picking gods.
but for me, the magical, stripey, Monster High socks that i am wearing are not bringing me the anticipated magical stripey day. despite their cuteness, and their roller-derbiness, my customers are still yelling at me, demanding, and pushy. i’ve heard bad news today, like about the girl that has been missing for 8 days, or the man that was dead for 2 years without anyone noticing.
tomorrow i’m coming in barefoot.