Yeah Natty, my glasses are old. I got them in the USA in 2008, while I was homeless one of the guys at the mosque bought me a couple of glasses via the Sears "2 for 50 bucks" deal. Sears? What's that? One pair was ladies glasses, and the doctor told me I would go blind if I wore them all the time. So what's left are these big, goofy glasses which is held together with hair ties and steel wire. My Mom offered to buy me a new pair of glasses, but I turned her down. Because all glasses look the same nowadays, you know those small rectangles in front of the eyes. I don't want to conform to that look, and the opticians around here won't make any other style. I guess they've gotten lazy and unprofessional over the years, and don't care about people's appearances. Yeah, I know it's vain, but I'm supposed to be a rock star. I have work to do. I want to look like John Lennon or Daria Morgendorfer.
Floofy has a heart of glass, too. She puked on my bed this morning, so I wouldn't let her into my bedroom during voice training. So she crawled under the chair and stayed there all day sulking. I suppose her puking on my bed is a not-so-subtle way to tell me to change my sheets, but it annoyed me. Don't worry, I let her back into the bedroom already.
Pina, do you have a heart of glass?
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