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.