(no subject)

[oakenguy]

You know when you're eating something small and crunchy, like Chex Mix, and you're taking a handful that in retrospect might've been a leeeettle bit too greedy, and just as you're bringing it to your mouth you feel one piece slipping out of your fingers.....and you have no idea where it went? You're searching the floor, you're searching the desk, you're carefully touching your face to make sure it's not dangling from your cheek or lip like a strange piercing....nada.

And it's not that you're compulsive or anything, oh no, but as the search of the easy-to-reach places turns up nothing it's easier to get more and more paranoid until you're thinking about the doctor's appointment next week and imagining the nurse going "Okay, now turn your head and cou....what the hell is that?!"

I hate that feeling.

Comments

[faekat.livejournal.com]

I did that this morning with my contact. I still have no idea where it went. Luckily I needed to change them tomorrow any way.

Mostly things fall in my cleavage. It's an evil trap.