Now that I’ve got the important things out of the way, like new books written and Tom Bodet, I’m turning to the serious issues, and what I’m about to say may be slightly controversial.
I’m not fucking matching my socks anymore. I don’t give a DAYUM if they are the same color or pattern. I might care about general height.
There, I said it, it’s off my chest now, and wow, do I feel better!
Look, at the base of things, I don’t want to dig in a drawer or a closet trying to find a perfectly fucking matched mate to a sock that no one but me and my corg sees. It’s a huge waste of time.
Match socks ahead of time? Eff off, I don’t do the laundry around here, and I’m not going to task Rick with hunting down my Hufflepuff socks only to find he’s got two different Hufflepuff prints matched and go off on the poor boy.
I tell you, I will wear Slytherin with Hufflepuff if I feel like it and I don’t care what you say.
I will try to keep things in the same fandom or solid color plus fandom, cause you know, I wouldn’t wanna be weird.
Curiouser and Curiouser 