Why I cannot wear eye makeup
Eyelash: Hey, what up, guys?
Cornea: What? Not again! Get out of here!
Eyelash: No, no, it’s cool. The others said they come in here all the time.
Cornea: Get out!
Eyelash: But it’s so roomy in here! I could spend the rest of the day just kicking back and hanging out. You got any snacks? Maybe some Fritos?
Cornea: Leave – NOW.
Eyelash: Look, I’ll move over to the corner and just chill.
Contact lens: OW! What the hell, man?!?
Eyelash: Oop, sorry about that.
Cornea: See what you’ve done?!? He’s only been here two days and you’ve already stabbed him!
Contact lens, pouting: He made me all hurty.
Eyelash: Sorry – jeez. What makes you so important anyway?
Cornea: Well, for starters, he kind of helps me see.
Eyelash: Whatevs.
Cornea: AHHHHHHH – Look out, here it comes!
Eyelash: What?
Cornea: The Finger of Doom! Watch the nails – watch the NAILS!
Finger, rubbing eye: Come here, you little jerk.
Cornea: Ow!
Contact lens: I’m all itchy now! I’m gonna go hide under this eyelid.
Eyelash: Yeah, me too.
Cornea: Aw, COME on!
Eek. I’m not squeamish about eyes usually, but this post made me squirm. No fun! Ack!
Comment by Jess — August 25, 2010 @ 4:22 pm
You and me both, kid.
Comment by Ellie — August 26, 2010 @ 8:06 am
Ha – that’s the thing about contacts – rubbing your eyes just makes everything more stabby.
and now I’m hungry for Fritos.
Comment by RockyCat — August 26, 2010 @ 9:01 am
ha! my eyes have given up. i’ve had contacts in them for so many years, i can basically house a yak in them now and they just sigh and go about their business.
Comment by Alice — August 26, 2010 @ 5:58 pm
I love how your mind works.
Comment by Artemisia — August 30, 2010 @ 1:43 pm