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Wednesday, May. 18, 2005 - 4:25 P.M. It�s taken me a while to write this entry due to the fact that I could barely get into my shower this morning. Then I had to squeeze into my car. Once at work I had trouble getting in the door and remaining upright has been quite the challenge all day. Perhaps you�re thinking I�m ensconced in a full-body cast? Or maybe I�m allergic to bees and have had an appendage stung by 249 of them? The truth is much worse and almost as painful. Ready? I currently have a zit on my forehead that can only be described as �mammoth.� I considered �huge� and �gigantic� and even �ginormous� as descriptives but those still did not come close to identifying this living being that has sprouted overnight. Eventually I turned to my thesaurus for help in finding a word that conveyed the right amount of size. Sherpas are booking hikes on this thing. Seriously it�s that big. Ohhh, yes, it is. I think I saw it looking hungrily at small children while I was out at lunch. I know I heard it giggling at my crunchy shrimp rolls as a source of sustenance. When I was a teenager I was fortunate enough to never really have acne. But, oh how the god of the sebaceous gland is punishing me now. As an adult I get one zit every month. And, ladies, I know you know what time of month that is. One a month doesn�t sound so bad, right? And, you�re right, it wouldn�t be if it weren�t for the fact that that one zit is approximately the size of a doorknob and takes about as long as American Idol to finally go away. Sure, I could try using various make-ups and concealers to mask it, but really? It�d be a bit like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic at this point. In fact, you could probably fit a deck chair on this thing. Or the whole deck. At any rate, I suppose there is an upside to this. At least when I go to the beach this summer I�ll have built-in shade. You Give Me Fervor - Friday, Feb. 17, 2006 � Purplecigar � � |