Here's a terribly embarrassing story for your pleasure:
Somewhere around 2 years ago, I got a pimple under my chin..
I picked at it, like the asshole I am, and it got bigger.
Turns out, wasn't no pimple.
Why? Because I put EVERYTHING on it, including toothpaste, and it refused to leave me be.
Finally, my dad noticed it, and concluded that this was indeed, no ordinary pimple.
He put some hydrogen peroxide on it for about 10 minutes, and the next morning, I was left with a deliciously huge scab under my chin. Fucking awesome.
Now, the whole reason I'm regurgitating this painful memory is because I was always left with a minor scar to remember this Amityville Horror Pimple by.
This afternoon, I happened to brush my hand under my chin, and I felt it.
It's back.
O________________________________O
What have I done to deserve such a punishment?
I do not yet know.
At least, I can be comforted knowing that my boyfriend always thinks I'm beautiful.. even when I wake up in the middle of the night to go pee and my eyes are all squinty and my hair is a tangled mess.. he still hugs me like it's nobody's business.
Which reminds me, I need a new job. LIKE NAO.
Why did that remind of my job?
Not really sure.
I don't really know what I want in life.
I really should be looking for jobs now, so I guess I'll get to it.
TOO DA LOO MOTHA FUCKKKAAAA [love The Hangover]
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