me at large!
to any of my livejournal friends who still care, I offer this note as proof that I am alive:
this morning in the shower while working the Irish Spring into a lather with my hands, a bullet of soap entered my left tear duct. I know now what it would feel like to have a cigarette put out in my eye. holy fuck that hurts. this morning must have broken a ten to fifteen year streak of soap-free eyes because I cannot for the life of me remember being in that much pain from such a seemingly common occurance. how could something that is designed to be put on my FACE hurt so much when it strays millimeters over the boundry of my eyelid?
until further notice, soap is being added to the list of things that will no longer touch my face. highlights of that list include: crap, children's fingers and french dressing.
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jae.
this morning in the shower while working the Irish Spring into a lather with my hands, a bullet of soap entered my left tear duct. I know now what it would feel like to have a cigarette put out in my eye. holy fuck that hurts. this morning must have broken a ten to fifteen year streak of soap-free eyes because I cannot for the life of me remember being in that much pain from such a seemingly common occurance. how could something that is designed to be put on my FACE hurt so much when it strays millimeters over the boundry of my eyelid?
until further notice, soap is being added to the list of things that will no longer touch my face. highlights of that list include: crap, children's fingers and french dressing.
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jae.