2/9/13

lens

I need new glasses, but I refuse to go to the eye doctor. Everyday I look at them in the mirror and they make me feel deflated, just like a bad hair day. They kind of slip off my face eighteen times a day. They are an annoying problem. That which a quickly tightened screw will not even solve anymore.

They make feel poor, but I’m not. I can afford nice things. In fact at no time in my life have I ever been more financially sound as I am now. Bitch, I’m grown. 

I want new glasses, but I won’t get myself to a freaking lens crafters. And, that’s me.

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