I have considered eye surgery, but I'm not yet convinced it's really worth it.
*cough*notworthit*cough* Ortho, k?
Remedy for this: Realize that I should remember to bring money with me EVERYWHERE so that I can buy food.
Money makes the world go round, kid. And for some, money is all they can trust.
...Ah, screw it. Let's burn the banks!
@Shee: Gahahahahahahaifeelyourpainbuddyreallyidooheyletskickitoldschool!
@Saj: Ya know, when I saw your picture the other days you looked pretty, but I didn't give much after thought. But now that you mentioned you wear glasses, I try to imagine and somehow you seem like a younger version of my Godmother. XD (Don't misinterpret me; I meant it as a complement) She's pretty
and is highly knowledgeable/wise. I already know your brilliance knowing your love for history and sorts, especially the French revolution, but though your personality differs from her's, the physical appearances seems uncanny.
Weird stuff happens. Another friend of mine got into trouble by the cops. This time, they got arrested.
Friend and his girlfriend had been on a date, and they decided to take a walk before dinner. It was close to a mall and a garden that things got intimate and the girl kissed him. One thing led to another and they began cuddling (but not TOO much of it). They weren't even foreplaying, let alone making love. Just an embrace, you could say, and it lasted only for a minute, not more.
The cops came up to them and arrested them on the grounds of indecent behavior. Okay, I'd understand if they'd do things that kids shouldn't be watching, but hugging someone is an indecent behavior? It was a good thing his father's some big guy so they got off easy.
But it's really funny how paranoid our society is today. I remember my grandfather once told me that when he was young he actually started flirting with a pretty stranger he saw at the street, in public at broad-daylight, and often teased her when she left home. Back then he didn't even know her name, and then that girl became his wife (thus, my grandmother). My friend laughed when he heard the story, and said that maybe in the future flirting will be THIS dull (in a robotic accent):
Boy: Hello, my name is Boy. Here is my ID card, and I am no sex offender.
Girl: Oh, hello. My name is girl.
Boy: I would like to date you, and have sex with you in my room.
Girl: Verily. Let me ask my mother first. Until then, please sign the contract here.