The Internet needs Braile
So I broke my glasses again... while cleaning them. What the fuck are the odds of that?
Apparently, I was trying to clean them with my shirt because my specs obtain a magnetic force for attracting dirt and oil smudges. When I was done, the dumbass-Lemon-clutz gene kicked in and somehow managed to bend the frame by accident. Being the mechanic I think I am, I manually try to bend the fuckin things so they will at least somehow rest uncomfortably around my head. Well, I don't know if it was because I just watched Tommy Boy and felt like impersonating a clumsy Chris Farley type of stunt or if the person who had planned my fate for last night decided that breaking my eyes when I needed them most would best be done when I'm in the dark.
Oh and they aren't like "hey why don't you just tape them together" type broken, no. They're more of the "oh shit, looks like we're going to have to order another part from Brazil which takes approximately three weeks once you somehow manage to come up with a way to pay for it because you don't have insurance" type broken.
God damn my luck. On top of that, I start a job on Monday so I can probably expect to lose a couple of limbs as well, since I'm not going to be able to see what the fuck I'm doing. Good-bye fingers.
Apparently, I was trying to clean them with my shirt because my specs obtain a magnetic force for attracting dirt and oil smudges. When I was done, the dumbass-Lemon-clutz gene kicked in and somehow managed to bend the frame by accident. Being the mechanic I think I am, I manually try to bend the fuckin things so they will at least somehow rest uncomfortably around my head. Well, I don't know if it was because I just watched Tommy Boy and felt like impersonating a clumsy Chris Farley type of stunt or if the person who had planned my fate for last night decided that breaking my eyes when I needed them most would best be done when I'm in the dark.
Oh and they aren't like "hey why don't you just tape them together" type broken, no. They're more of the "oh shit, looks like we're going to have to order another part from Brazil which takes approximately three weeks once you somehow manage to come up with a way to pay for it because you don't have insurance" type broken.
God damn my luck. On top of that, I start a job on Monday so I can probably expect to lose a couple of limbs as well, since I'm not going to be able to see what the fuck I'm doing. Good-bye fingers.