Blahging
I've been digging at the acne on my face all day. I think I finally spelled the word "HELP" in bloody scabs. Maybe I'll be rescued soon.
The doctor upped my medication today. He's concerned that another medicine I have to take is making me gain weight. I should have probably told him that I've been eating powdered donuts like a man, dying of thirst, drinks water.
When I lay down it feels like there is a metal pole in my neck, pushing on it. Perhaps I should take the pole out of my ass. Maybe then the pain in my neck would go away.
Am I pathetic or what???
posted by Ms. M @ 12:14 AM
7 Comments:
*puts on mum voice* Leave it... It'll only get worse. HANDS AT YOUR SIDES LADY! Sympathy dear.
I have to admit, I, too, tend to want to pick the zits and make them go away. We're in the same boat, so I won't chastise you. LOL
Mr. F: A picture is worth a thousand words. Mine only spells HELP.
Lady Muck: My poor mum always had the adult acne problem too. I think I'm becoming my mother. Now I REALLY need HELP!
Jeoparydgirl: It's TOO hard to keep my hands off them. I hate anything that doesn't belong! OFF WITH THEE THY ZIT FROM HELL!! Picking just prolongs the damn things. Will I ever learn??
Pole dancing might not do your neck any good.
Pole sitting seems it might divert the pain.
No?
Oh Jer, I knew you would come up with a solution for me! Help me with the pole?
I'm here for ya HONEY!
I would expect nothing less from such a caring perv, Jer!!!
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