Mismatched

So this photo pretty much sums up me.

I've been doing the unmatching sock thing since I was an emo 12 year old where the only colours I used to wear were my socks.

It's kinda stuck since then. It's like a luck thing. Not that I'm massively superstitious, but I do feel a sense of dread if I have to wear matching socks. I'm sure it's laziness as well. One sock makes it to the wash that bit later than the other so I just look for 2 clean socks.

Which brings me nicely round to the name change.
I'm an eternal procrastinator. I should have been born in Mexico cos my opinion is definitely mañana.
I also figured it was time for a name change. A few people have commented that life doesn't suck that much!

A xx