Sometimes I think I'd like to be one of those people who make sloppy / ugly / mostly unshowered look endearing. This will not actually happen because I would not like that at all.
Yesterday I went swimming and I found a contact in my swimming pool. It was stuck between my toes and it felt like a jellyfish. I touched my eyes to make sure I could still see. I don't know where or when that contact came from: it wasn't mine, and I can't remember ever losing one in the pool. Or anywhere, for that matter, except in my own eye. Once I lost a contact in my eye at Jmom's house and it came out again the next day after I had already replaced it with another contact. I was unintentionally wearing two contacts in the same eye and it reminded me of the time when I was 14 and a girl, Rebecca Lane, showed me how to pop someone's eye out. She learned it in karate, and I'm still pretty sure that it's true. I was unintentionally wearing two contacts in the same eye and I started to cry because I kept imagining eyeballs coming out everywhere and both contacts came out of their own accord.
This may not have happened, but it seems like it did. Milta says it has something to do with the moon.
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