i went to the mall-esque calhoun square en route to the mall to peruse the "trendiest" vision world and check out the independent eyewear shop, Eyedeals.

i rolled my eyes at most of the things vision world showed me. until the cute eye-helper-guy budded in... then my blood pressure rose and i nervously sweat as my relatively-unused, curious accent came on full-force-like with the words, "yeah, but i had a particular pair of armani exchange frames in mind."

Did you see our selection of Armani Exchange frames?
no! [surprise!]

he showed me to them. i saw THE pair i had seen online. i tried them on.

EW! BAD! GROSS!

so onward to Eyedeals.

and after hating everything the clerk really loved, i tried on several more very funky pairs. and found 2 options.

neither of which can i find suitable pictures of upon the internetii.

i managed to get the final pair of the cheaper, "funkier" pair put on hold until i had time to check out the selections at the mall. the clerk said that she'd hold them for me until 10am tomorrow.

i then went to the mall [hoping, but not really-so, to find a pair of spectacles and lens cheaper than 625dollars.]

everything that looked like something i'd where had bloody rhinestones on the side. and the sad old battyman kept ushering me away from the "feminine eyewear." [[whatever. you're wearing orange & gold D&G frames, you silly faggot... i WANT to stay near the red and pink sparkly things cos i'm a homo too [just not so campy].

blah blah blah.

i have to have unique eyewear.
it's part of who i am.

and i'm about to purchase 625dollar jf rey [hand-crafted in france!] frames and lenses.