Right, so today the eye doctor told me that my eyes have an unusually steep slope to them which will make getting contacts more difficult than it should be. Of course. But Irony has abnormally large optic nerves, so it's okay.
And as I share Irony's attraction to effeminate cocky little bastards, I also hold Darkheart personally responsible. And that book Are You My Mommy? is responsible for my hesitancy to commit because of fear of abandonment. That, and guys get really boring after awhile. Probably because none of them turn into red clouds with disembodied glowy eyes. How am I supposed to remain interested when my boyfriends can't change from a solid to a gas? Simpletons.