Maxigumee

Our home seems to have become the new home to some kind of poltergeist. The kind of poltergeist that takes some sort of sick pleasure in stealing people’s socks and various articles of clothing. Please, Evil-Sock-Stealing-Demon— if you’re reading this, GIVE ME MY SOCKS RIGHT NOW.

I was not only unable to find a decent pair of socks to match my outfit this morning, I was also unable to find any outfit that I liked. You know those mornings where you wake up dead tired and every single piece of clothing you put on your body makes you look butt ugly and you can’t figure out why on earth you bought that thing in the first place? My morning was a little bit like that.

I tried on like three whole outfits before I found one that was mildly satisfactory, all the while cursing out whichever sock-stealing monster had taken all of my good clothing and replaced it with nasty ugly stuff. It didn’t help that while I was in a complete state of despair over my lack of adequate garments, my mother was hovering over me, reminding me that I was going to be late for school.

I finally got to school, went to evolution class, and had three hours of free periods following that. In math class, I discovered, much to my total horror, that I had a hole in one my socks. And it was visible. Because I was wearing clogs. I phased out the rest of the math class trying to hide the hole in my sock by arranging my other foot to block it. It was even harder trying to walk to the bathroom to check on it the next period.

So, basically….. I am super pissed at my personal sock-stealing poltergeist and I am so about to burn his house down next time he tries stealing any of my clothing. And he better give me back those socks that he took.