My feet stink, hot and musky rising up from my shoes, which in turn stink.
This wouldn't be an issue if someone didn't stealk my socks, sneaking around theiving in the dead of the night. I don't know why they want my socks so bad, i buy them 6 pairs for £3 from primark, the sweat and tears of sweatshop toddlers deep in every stitch.
Becuase my feet stink i can't take my shoes off. My feet get hotter and hotter through the day, sweating more and stewing pumping the fetid wretch inducing vapour up to my nostrils. My other workmates remark on this.
I'm the smelly one. That's how i'll be remembered, as the smelly one.
All becuase i keep buying socks and they last one day before they go.
I hate socks, and my trainers.
I want to stand in the shower for hours, letting the hot water thump and triockle on my neck.
But you can't read in the shower.
So i get bored.