I picked up my new glasses the other day. When I bought them, the girl that sold them…a new girl…made a big deal about them being technically women’s glasses, but if you ask me, all those men’s frames with the wide side arms and flash are much more feminine than what I picked out.
These are my old glasses.
These are my new glasses.
As far as I can tell, the only thing feminine about my new glasses is the case.
Because, apparently, a men’s glasses case is supposed to look like this.
But, when I tried to take a picture, I got this.
And, then, this.
Taking pictures of one’s self can be very dangerous to the ego. I promise you that when I look in the mirror, this is not what I see.
Too many people ate chicken yesterday. Lines around the block. Some eating, some only ordering water in protest.
I ate at my desk. Quietly. Passively. Angrily.
Honestly, I was pissed all day long and this is the only reason I can think of. I want to hit somebody. But, my beliefs are that I give everyone leeway to be themselves. Unfortunately, those are not the beliefs of so many that think they need to inflict their beliefs on everyone.
Everyone be well. Lane