Happy Hump day! In the past few days I've been obsessing about the issue that I mentioned in the previous post. It's to the point where I've done everything but insert an anal suppository to rid myself of mother nature's little pre-show gift, and frankly that option is not off the table.
I mean, I must've washed my face with every over the counter cream and cleanser known to man...twice...with waters reaching temperatures only an alligator and a desperate narcissist could withstand, to no avail, as the mark of the beast is still front and center.
I really can't understand why it isn't working, because I followed the instructions to a T, and nothing. At least there may be an upside to an anal suppository, even if that shit doesn't work, if you know what I mean. But I digress.
Either those companies are lie telling with promises of Angelina Jolie's flawless skin, or I've contracted a rare strain of some exotic face infection, that's clearly resistant to benzoyl peroxide and salicylic acid, since I still look like Two-face.
If I could only have people stand to the left of me 'till this situation (and it is a situation) clears up, all would be right with the world, but since such a request would earn me a stay in the psych ward, I figure I would do more sane things, like distract them with my printed pants, which I paired with a tee, blazer, and sandals. It's a start, but it would be much better if the pants covered my face instead of my hoo-hoo.
Enjoy your day! And if you have any good remedies please drop me a line. I'm desperate over here. Thanks for stopping by<3