Homer: New glasses?
Marge: No, he looks like something might be disturbing him.
Homer: Probably misses his old glasses.
Two days ago I got my eyes checked out for the first time (I don't count those rudimentary eye tests given in elementary school). I figured it was about time because, ever since beginning law school, things would get blurry if I read or worked on a computer for a prolonged period of time. Plus, I am pushing 30 (ugh) and my parents and sister wear glasses (genetics?). So, I get my exam done and it turns out that I have a corneal astigmatism.
After a good chunk of time deciding between a bunch of frames that seemed to vary in difference only slightly, if at all, I chose these:
At least I won't look like Scorsese
I went into the exam thinking that if I needed glasses, I'd opt for the clunky, thick emo frames. Because I'm hip, you know. I then decided that I should not rely on my own instincts and let the (attractive) ladies that worked in the optomotrist's office pick out what frames looked good on me. So the above pair is what was judged to look best on me and will be ready in about a week. I'm actually looking forward to getting them. At least I'll look cool when I'm reading or surfing the 'net.
And glasses are expensive, too. People that sell them are always acting pretentious to rationalize the cost. They're always like "what would you like your glasses to say?" What would I like my glasses to say? I don't know. How about "I got a big dick." - Jim Gaffigan
3 comments:
I thought about making a JOMG comment, but decided to keep this post classy...except for the dick joke at the end of it.
(BTW, is this your first post on the blog?)
Ha. I didn't get what SF was on first read. Nice.
SF...gross.
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