A girl with really copper hair and her sock.
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
I'm sitting at a terminal in the Queen's University of Belfast Library, typing a journal entry.
A girl with really copper colour hair (I suspect it's natural) was forced earlier to adopt the sort of quick movement, accuracy and dexterity normally reserved for Kung-fu fighters to remove a sock (there's bound to be an entry about socks) from my personal space. It was there when I sat down at the computer, so, in a way, the personal space belonged to her, or ger sock anyway. Her embarrassment was confounding. Apparently, her boots (light tan colour) are leaking, because it's reaining outside, and some of the water left by the rain has seeped in through a hole in at least once her boot. She removed her boots and, I presume, her sock.
Right, she's removing them again. Excellent.
A girl with really copper colour hair (I suspect it's natural) was forced earlier to adopt the sort of quick movement, accuracy and dexterity normally reserved for Kung-fu fighters to remove a sock (there's bound to be an entry about socks) from my personal space. It was there when I sat down at the computer, so, in a way, the personal space belonged to her, or ger sock anyway. Her embarrassment was confounding. Apparently, her boots (light tan colour) are leaking, because it's reaining outside, and some of the water left by the rain has seeped in through a hole in at least once her boot. She removed her boots and, I presume, her sock.
Right, she's removing them again. Excellent.
