Right now, I am sitting here with toothpaste on my forehead marinating the pimple that has so rudely interrupted the fairly decent complexion I was rockin. It's not even one that can be hidden well. I mean it is SMACK-dab right in the middle of my fucking forehead. I will be wearing bangs every day till the eruption of Mount Vesuvius.
Ugh.
It is just so typical. My face would do that to me.
AND to add gasoline on the already epic fire, it is one of those under-the-skin pimple. The ones that just terrorize the spot with pain whenever you touch/rub/talk about it.
Until then, me and my third eye say farewell.
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