21 April 2011

I'll chalk it up to stress.

I have an ENORMOUS, horrible zit on my upper lip. It's a Harriet Tubman. An undergrounder. Get it? Huh? Get it?

Seriously. What the fuck? I'm 37 and I'm still getting horrible, throbbing, awful zits. And the day before I see Duran Duran, too. It's like I've traveled back in time. Except not.

Fucking whatever. This is my life.


Anonymous said...

don't worry, they will make you forget all about it. i got to see them at madison sq garden in the 80s. took the train by myself since everyone i knew in stamford was too cool to go see them. ah youth . . .


Jess said...

I'm flying solo tonight, too. Certainly not my first show alone, but it's been a very long time since I've gone by myself.

Was getting ready to go, but John Taylor tweeted that they landed at MSP 20 minutes ago, so I'm going to have another drink at home before I head Downtown.

Rafa. said...

do not complain, you probably have hair on your head.