The massive zit on my cheek hurts so bad.
I dream of squeezing it and relieving myself of this wretched, cruel echo of my younger years.
I fantasize about taking a small pin and shoving it through the center of the follicle, releasing the pent up pestilence.
My fingers graze the protruding bump, second guessing my preserving discipline.
I know that any entanglement with the offensive blemish will leave behind an even less attractive mark.
My, adulthood blesses us with some wicked trinkets of youth.
3 comments:
Do it. Don't mind the scarring or the mirror splatter. Must. Pop. (Or at least that is my philosophy).
GAC! So great to hear from you... Where'd you go? I noticed yor blog is MIA!!!
Too many people at work were reading it. I deleted the whole thing. I should have renamed my blog but didn't think of that option until I was already done. I'm going to start blogging again... still thinking of a catchy name. ;-) Plus I miss keeping in touch with blog buddies. :-)
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