In eighth grade I was eternally in love with the most beautiful boy in class: tall, slim, olive skinned, blond haired Italian. Then I saw him wearing a pair of socks exactly the color of the sock puppet and my eternal love evaporated like frost under a blow dryer. sigh.
In eighth grade I was eternally in love with the most beautiful boy in class: tall, slim, olive skinned, blond haired Italian. Then I saw him wearing a pair of socks exactly the color of the sock puppet and my eternal love evaporated like frost under a blow dryer. sigh.