Dear teeny scab from a long-dead cheek zit,
Please just heal up and go away. The way you're lingering is obnoxious. If it wasn't for you, my skin would be totally clear.
You're fucking everything up, goddamn it.
P.S. Okay, you're really not that bad, but still... Go away.
And in other news, I'll be starting a job within the next week or so that will require me to wake up at about six thirty in the morning every. single. day. for the rest of eternity with no days off. Ever. (No, seriously.)
BUT! It only requires me to work for a few hours each morning, and I'll be making more money per hour than I do right now, so that's still a booyah!
Yeah, I guess that's it. I should probably go to bed now, considering the fact that it's after four thirty in the morning.