tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985237748373801855.post1605120052123486382..comments2013-03-04T12:27:00.738-08:00Comments on A pen and a passport.: Don't you judge my wool socks.Laura Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16040193881171151597noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985237748373801855.post-56038366763613841492011-03-18T06:07:38.141-07:002011-03-18T06:07:38.141-07:00Thanks Laura, I love your stories will all my hear...Thanks Laura, I love your stories will all my heart too!wishuponaguitarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05561666455536842720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985237748373801855.post-46278523184719317372011-03-16T12:59:52.368-07:002011-03-16T12:59:52.368-07:00Hahaha! Ava. I love you. "whereas mine gets m...Hahaha! Ava. I love you. "whereas mine gets me in the tenderloin past 6 on a friday night getting death glares from extremely creepy guys." I couldn't have said it better myself.<br /><br />I am positive I have had much, much worse moments of cluelessness here, but I never have the balls to write about them, or I forget about them all together. (It's my method of coping.) Hah.<br /><br />I refuse to exchange our cluelessness-minds because you have the BEST stories and I love them will all of my heart.Laura Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040193881171151597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985237748373801855.post-4586886154121921852011-03-14T11:22:21.697-07:002011-03-14T11:22:21.697-07:00Laura. This is infuriating. I have days, or, momen...Laura. This is infuriating. I have days, or, moments rather, like this on an extremely regular basis. For example, today, all of my friends were discussing a test coming up, a test that I had ABSOLUTELY no idea was going to happen. So I got some looks for that one lol. And while it doesn't exactly compare to your mortifying but surely adorable outfit, this was a normal day. I dislike that your cluelessness involves getting like 3 weird looks and having a chat about your out of place clothes, whereas mine gets me in the tenderloin past 6 on a friday night getting death glares from extremely creepy guys. You get the idea. In short, I have more awkward moments in my dreams than you have in real life. I long for your cluelessness. You can have mine in exchange! Love you!wishuponaguitarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05561666455536842720noreply@blogger.com