In the mix of everything, turns out my cornea is dried out and  badly scratched. Too much cutting and pasting and pushing and pulling around my face, I pressume. In order to check my email or read up on my beloved PerezHilton, I need the screen magnified to 150% and when I write my essays on Word, I have the font size at 16 and written in bold. As ( Read more... )

I'm on no sleep -- NO sleep!


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I have more doctors than I have friends. It's getting to a point where eventually, I'm giong to ask them for their MySpaces and completely reconstruct my Top 8. Because honestly, I see them more than I see anybody else outside my family, especially over the past two months.

Dr. Wolfe posted a new comment about you: 
Just dropping by to show you some ( Read more... )

The Sunday Seven

1. Somebody please notify the media; because I do not give a fuck about David and Victoria Beckham (or their Beckham babies, for that matter). This is a British Invasion that should be stopped immediately. Take note Mr. President, or better yet Barack Obama, because then you'll get a sure vote from me in 2008. (Finally, a candidate ( Read more... )

( together they are the size of two tennis balls )