I am still without a right contact lens, thus making everything somewhat hazy, like I'm drunk without actually feeling intoxicated. Or like I'm in a dream. Which makes it seem like nothing really matters because it isn't real. This can't be constructive. A second follow up call to the optometrist is due next week. It's been a month since I ordered a new one.
Enrique Iglesias's "I Like It":
I like the jam.I like the new Bieber-inspired 'do.
I like the continued absence of the eye mole.
Go on with ya llikealbe self, Ricky.
At one point you were a carefree child who said what you thought, before you became who you are today.
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