This morning the whole way to work it felt like I had something in my eye. It was horrible, I could barely concentrate on driving let alone my road rage at all the morons on the road. Those of you with contacts probably can already guess what it was-a torn contact. If you don't have contacts and have never had to deal with having a torn contact in your eye, you are a lucky bastard, and I hate you. It is the worst. When I got here I took it out to inspect it, and I accidentally dropped it. Being virtually blind without my contacts, losing one means I can't see enough to be able to find it. Luckily my dad works in the same building as me so he's stopping at my house and bringing me new contacts. But until he gets here I am a completely useless human being. Yet somehow, someway I am able to push through this tragedy to blog about it. That is how much I care about you. And how much I don't want to work.
By the way this is what the femullet picture looks like to me:
This is the only time in my life I have actually wished I had an eye patch because having to see two of this picture is just too scary.
Friday, May 05, 2006
She's got double vision
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7 comments:
Now, that's what I think would make that photo better! If she were wearing an eyepatch!!
Yee Haw
Arrrrrgggg.
Omg, how the heck did you drive with a torn contact? I would have pulled over, and laid lifeless until someone rescued me! OUCH!
Oh, I feel your pain. Sucks to be blind, doesn't it?
Oh the horror of a ripped contact and seeing a double mullet! How will you sleep tonight?
I think an eyepatch will solve all your problems for today.
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