When do you admit that you have a problem?
It hit me when I went to put on my glasses this morning.
"What to wear?", I thought.
The tortoise shell round grandpa frames, the tortoise shell half-metal lenses, or the tortoise shell 80's computer programmer specs?
(note: this excludes my 5 other shades of frames).
Could this be hoarding?
of course n-- Yes.
But what can I say? Comfy asexual glass goggles are my vices.
And this lovely programmer's pair is (are?) my new favorite.
I couldn't help but pair them with my new PBS tee and my very very old thrifted nerd-not-chic-at-all boxy tweed granny blazer for that perfect I-will-never-find-a-husband look.
But just look how happy they make my single self!
And happiness knows no mate.
Except maybe glasses.
Mmm. The circle of chastity.
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