The Taylor makes faces
His name is Robby. He’s named after my moms dad Bobby, who died a few years ago. So on her birthday (Sunday), I’m gonna bring him to her with a song. Now, I just gotta write a song. Boooooooo!
New socks! These aren’t all the ones I bought from Walmart (Ugh, right?) today, but they’re my favorites. I only went in to buy THREE pairs pair (myself and 2 older sisters), but came out with 12.
Backstory: I rarely explain why my collection of women’s socks is so large, so I’ve decided to share a story of mine. I put on my mom’s fluffies one night, my freshman year of college (2007… Yeah, I’m old. Fuck you guys), and almost passed out. They felt that good! After that, I started grabbing every pair of fluffy socks I found, at whatever store. One day, my grandma, who is a real shit talker, saw them, and kept asking if I was gay. After enough rude comments, “side-eyes”, and “Mmm” comments, I went and bought the girliest socks I could find from Journeys, as an “I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll wear whatever the hell I want” to my grandma and relatives. They were white, with pink polka dots and brown on each end. In the end, she stopped giving me looks, and I started liking them more. So, I guess it’s a comfort thing that turned into a statement to my country ass family, and turned into something that I love. I can’t stand to wear men’s socks anymore lol. They’re so… PLAIN! Plus, most women’s socks feel like dress/church socks. Can you imagine feeling that all day. Guys, they’ve been holding out on us. Btw, Robert Griffin III’s socks can’t fuck with mine.

Doesn’t taste so bad. It’s a little watery, but with a little bit of body, and a higher ABV, it could be something I’d fuck with more than once a month lol.

Still too lazy to get up. This is why I don’t poop.

Lol I should really get off the toilet. My laptop is about to get dead lol







