My left eyes is tearing. And I'm wearing glasses outside for the first time in years. I've worn contacts since 5th grade and for some reason I've always chosen the nerdiest glasses I could find. As if to say to myself, "you can fool everyone else with your fancy-schmansy contact lenses, but I know the real you, the 9-year-old-nerdy-nearsighed-you-who-wore-neon-yellow-plastic-frames. Remember? The ones that were taped in the middle. Bwahahaha...." The current pair are thick tortoise shell frame with a small square lens in the hipster nerd chic style. Thank god for the square lens because these pair are one rounded corner from making me look like Steve Urkel. (exhibit A (not my actual glasses)) The surgery wasn't actually that bad. EXCEPT my day is gone and I have to miss spinning AND pilates all because of this stupid laser eye surgery I just had. It's wasn't even the cool modern marvel kind that gives your near-sighted genetics the f...
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