me: “I don’t want to freak you out or anything, and I realize this all happening very quickly—but I really do think I’m falling in –”
new rimless glasses: “– Shhhhhhh. Let’s don’t, okay? Just relax. Enjoy the moment.”
me: “I don’t want to freak you out or anything, and I realize this all happening very quickly—but I really do think I’m falling in –”
new rimless glasses: “– Shhhhhhh. Let’s don’t, okay? Just relax. Enjoy the moment.”
Your beging used Jeff. Your new frameless glasses may be sexy, but are afraid of commitment. Look man, we care, and we don’t want to see you hurt. It just looks like your glasses will leave you hurt.
This will never work! I mean, you’re from two different worlds!
Take it from the TW, which was over.
Yeah, thrat’s right. Hurt so bad I used it twice. CHAUVINIST RAPEING OPPRESSOR PIG!!!!
Hello Wise Proteinous people,
I’d just like to make you all aware of the fact that, in order to fund a new pair of rimless spectacles for the Prime Minister Mr. Tony Blair, the British Government will today begin the process of auctioning me on ebay. I do hope you will all enter a bid for me (…well, we can’t have the PM blundering around, blind as a bat, bashing his shins on the furniture at No. 10, can we? Not in the middle of a war, anyroad…) and I wish the lucky winner(s) every happiness with me in the future.
Yours sincerely,
Alan Bennett (yes, THE Alan Bennett, renowned playwright and member of the Beyond The Fringe Team, that’s right…)
Ah, a love that dare not speak it’s name.
I find it astonishing how quick people are to tell you what’s wrong with this sort of thing. We’ve all been there. Yes we have. And none of us are able to resist. We sure do like to tell others to do so, however. Why is that?
I wish you and your glasses well. Just be safe, be smart, and do indeed enjoy the moment. You deserve it.
I don’t know… It was the armadillo that went to the ER with you. The glasses were quiet and smug. Didn’t want to be bothered unless there was action involved. Just said it was all in your head. No, good ol’ Dasypus novemcinctus, for all his issues stuck by your side. He would have done anything for you that night… had your wife not been there.
Ummm, I think I dated your glasses. He’ll just break your retinas, Jeff.
How can you even see through those things anymore?
And BTW…my rimless glasses? Displayed in the header of my site.
Glasses want to be famous, Jeff. If you don’t show a bit more committment to their career, they’ll just whore themselves off to another blogger who will.
That was aggravating. I don’t suppose we could talk you into banning Robert/Roberta, could we? Come on, Jeff: that was downright fraudulent.
And, BTW: you forgot to post that picture of you in the glasses. Just a reminder, since you swore you’d do it.
About the glasses… Jeff, as a rule of thumb, once you’ll got somethin’ wrapped around your nose, the time for conversation is pretty much passed…
you’ll = you’ve
Ring Ring!
Clue phone, Jeff, it’s for you. Your new rimless glasses are a castrating bitch:
Tomorrow they’ll be telling you that they just want to be friends. Get out while you still have your dignity.
:peter
Or at least insist on breakfast…