Soooo I bought the snazzy Nikon Coolpix S220 on Sunday, waited like two hours to get home and then waited two more hours for the battery to charge only to take the grainiest pictures on earth. ON EARTH I say. It was disheartening to say the least. Yesterday I made amends, returning that piece of shit and investing in the Canon PowerShot. I was a fool to ever stray from Canon, and I paid dearly. Check out the soopa awesome, very un-grainy pictures I took yesterday!
It’s no secret I have a crippling fear of eyeballs. These glasses that are permanently glued to the back of my ears ain’t for fashion, ya’ll (okay, well that’s not totally true, because my frames go hard) they’re because I’m slowing going blind and contacts scare the shit out of me. LASIK? Fuhgeddaboudit. Nobody is going near my peepers. I told myself that this summer I was gonna buy those Mishka leggings as a way to face my fear. I also said I was gonna test out contacts, but that was a bold-face lie. To myself.
That image above this post? Yeah, that shit frightens me too.
Anyway eyeballs scare me. Tales of eyes popping out of ones skull, Anime daggers to the socket, Minority Report, lab rat experiments, and that crazy bitch that ate eyes in The Crow (oshit that was Bai Ling?!?! Figures) have all been a factor. And now you can add this shit to the list.
I woke up this morning, ready to start my day. Emails were checked, coffee was ground, warm water was running for my soon-to-be-glorious shower. Only thing to do was plug in my iPod to the deck and get it crackin’.
You would think that with everything that is slammed onto this shoe, I’d be in love. I mean it’s got sparkles:
Secret Messages (I wanted to be a spy when I was a kid):
Hell, it’s even got pony hair (I’m not going to lie, I have some ph pumps in my closet):
But put it all together and it’s like some strange Frankenstein Uptown, and I just feel bad for people that waited in line for this before even knowing, ummm, that this was it.
