to me, this is a crisis. to you, it means I can't exactly spam til I go to the dr.

[alliecat8]

In the interest of full disclosure, I must inform my readers (hee, that sounds so IMPORTANT! Y'all ARE important, also slightly nuts for reading this nonsense) that I FUCKING NEED GLASSES. OR I NEED FUCKING GLASSES. OR FUCK, I NEED GLASSES. Any way you look at it (bwahahahahahaha, I'm funny...not?) I can't see to read anymore. That means I can't see to type. HOW CAN A SPAM QUEEN DO HER SPAM DUTIES IF SHE CAN'T SEE??? I SEE NO CREATIVE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, MAYBE BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE SQUAT. That means that although I've been getting scripts for reading glasses for the last 3 years, I've been throwing them in the garbage but now I need to fill the next one. I mean, they look GREAT on some people but they make my face look like Barney without the purple. Also Barney doesn't wear glasses. Still, use your imagination. THIS CALLS FOR A TEMPER TANTRUM, BRB.

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[haldoor.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

As someone who's needed them since she was 13, I feel your pain, despite the fact I've had much longer to be used to them! At least you'll be able to take them off when you're not reading!

[alliecat8.livejournal.com]

*hugs back extra tight, 'cause who needs to see anything then?*

I'm just a defiant girl. Giving in to the glasses feels like just the beginning of me falling apart. Which, since you've worn them since you were 13, is not sensible but silly of me, huh? It's not like they're walkers or Depends adult underwear.

[haldoor.livejournal.com]

THANK GOD THEY'RE NOT A SIGN OF SENILITY! I'd be doomed, as I have to wear them all day every day or else I trip over my nose (which is about as far as I can see clearly without 'em).

Besides, Sawyer wears glasses for middle aged reasons and no-one's about to convince me he's anything other than still wonderfully gorgeously in his prime. Wear them with pride! It's better than flashing your boobs and hoping the doc will put them on instead (the glasses, not the boobs!) to check 'em out (the boobs, that is).

OK, enough rubbish now, I go to bed. Dammit, i don't think I have an icon of Sawyer in glasses. Hmm, what about Johnny? Nope, not him either *sigh*