new socks/cruel world

much as i often dislike my shoes, i would really not want to be in his even more.

irony and karma are lovers, of that i am sure. i can't even process the latest...the joke is so fucking sick my head wants to explode...that or it might just be the alcohol.

as for real life, it's (not) funny how he made me realize tonight that the stories my mom told me about romance (hers and my grandmother's) were all tales of impossible love. it figures.

i almost stood on my head today. that's something.