today i'm wearing a shirt that says, "save the planet, kill yourself". given how shitty this week has been, i'm filled with joy everytime i look down at the message.
[the small print: this journal entry has nothing to do with suicide, nor is a desire for actual suicide expressed, implied or condoned, nor is it necessarily related to the name of my employeer, Suicide...
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A few years ago, I smoked a bunch of pot one night and then went into the bathroom. My eyes were totally shot, so I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of what I thought was Visine, squirted a steady stream of it into my eye.
I had just gotten my tongue pierced a few days before.
My eye starts burning like nothing I had ever felt before in my entire life. It turns out that I had squirted Glyoxide (an oral anticeptic) into my eye instead of Visine. I thought I was going to go blind, and couldn't open my eye wide enough to get my Glyoxide-soaked contact lens out.
It hurt, and I sympathise with your situation. I promise no hot red chili flinging on the playa.
[Edited on Aug 22, 2003]