i found the perfect dress socks in the streets of beijing in 2002. knock-offs really. now that they’ve disintegrated after 9 years of use, i’m in a conondrum. how the f*ck am i going to find that old woman who inserted the socks in my bag in exchange for a few bucks?
ayan, napa english tuloy ako.
Actuli, you spealed it wrong. Each “conundrum”. 😛
Thanks for never failing to make me laugh or smile when I visit your blog.