I'm waiting for Amber. She's not at the apartment and I don't want to go into the city and have to drag my bags around. Richie's here right now too. I don't want to have to wait too long though. It's sorta wasting the day like this. I should be in the city already. If my bags weren't this bulky ... I'd be gone already.

I got this bag yesterday that's big enough for my blades and clothes for the weekend. I also got contacts .... for free. That was like the only lucky break I've had lately. After going to that Sterling Optical like 7 times yesterday ... dragging along old receipts from the branch I got contacts from in Brooklyn and begging the guy to sell me a box. Pretty much typical crack-whore behavior. Well ... minus the "I'll suck your cock if you sell it to me" bit. I was pretty desperate though.

He still insisted on that "I'd need to see your prescription" thing. Why would people be dumb enough to lie about wearing contacts anyway? I mean ... it's not like they were giving 'em out for free. I gritted my teeth, pouted and walked out .... then turned around.

"If I get the Sterling Optical branch in Brooklyn to fax you a copy of my prescription ... could that work?"

"Sure."

"Hmmm .... fine then ... I'll get them to do that. Do you have a card?"

He handed me a business card and I left. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that he could've called 'em and had them fax it over. That wasn't needed anyway. I found the faxed copy of my prescription in one of my messenger bags.

"Yes! Yes! YES!!," I yelled while grinning like a moron and kissing the worn piece of paper.

I rushed back to Sterling Optical feeling pretty damn good. I swear ... I wanted to do a summersault over the glass counter and plant a big kiss on the guy when he smiled and told me that everything was good with the prescription. He slipped into the back room and then came back .... without that cute little ACUVUE box he should have.

"Bad news," he said.

"What?"

"We don't have that in stock. Uh .. we could order it ... but it'll take a couple days."

All that running around for nothing!!??! What the ..!!! That big kiss I wanted to plant on him earlier turned into a prissy-bitch type slap with a latex glove.

"No," I sighed. "Nevermind .... I'll just get 'em in the city. Thanks anyway."

Then I remembered that there's a Pearl Vision on the same side of the street .... like a block away. I'd have to pass it to go home anyway. Wouldn't hurt to just ask them. Turned out that they didn't have my prescription. The woman was nice enough to even check for sample boxes. Nothing! That's when I played my last card. Kids ... don't do this at home. I told them that I'm able to wear a lower prescription. Actually ... I can. My prescription is -2.00 .... but as long as the base curve and everything else is right ... I can wear down to -1.50.

She must've sensed that I was desperate because she didn't give me any crap. She just went back and reappeared with a pair of ACUVUE contact lenses. (small plug for Johnson & Johnson) ACUVUE is the only brand I use now. I used to wear FreshLook ... but you can ... *gulp* ... feel 'em. ACUVUE .... you feel nothing. I honestly even forget I'm wearing them .... especially since I sleep in them.

"Since these are lower than your prescription ... I can't charge you."

"Wow. Really? That's so cool! Thanks," I smiled.

"So you're all set," she smiled back.

"Aw ... thanks again."

I dropped the two little packets in my bag and left. I couldn't believe it. I already had the 25 bucks to pay. That was just so cool and it pretty much set my mood for the rest of the day. When I think about things like that though .... I always feel as if people treat my differently. I know people who are generally not nice .... but they're nice to me. It also makes this ... almost montage of situations like that in the past.

I did laundry last night so pretty much all my clothes would be clean. I hate the idea of some strange people opening my closet at the apartment and going through my dirty clothes. I don't even care if they do it to my clean clothes .... just not the dirty ones. I hate the idea of them going through my food though. When I was in the city earlier ... the guy who stayed there ate this Haagen Daz icecream bar I had. I was so pissed. It had to be him. Richie wouldn't do something like that. And if he did ... he'd tell me he did and that he'd buy it back. And then ... I'd tell him that it's ok. That's the way it works. I ran low on toothpaste and ran out of shower gel last night but I refused to buy any since I wont even be here. I had to pretty much shower with my shampoo this morning.