May 7, 2012
The following image might be disturbing to some pathetically weak individuals, specifically those who shit gold coins, have porcelain lovely complexions, and were voted "prom queen" in 12th grade.
Don't ever fucking say I didn't warn your silly ass.
This is my zit. It has been bothering me for a week. A whole fucking week. Sarge tried to pop it two days ago. Yes. That's right, fuckers. We pop each others' zits. What the FUCK do you think two people who have been married for 18 years do? It's sort of like one of those monkey grooming videos on Nat Geo. Although it does sort of creep me out when he watches me shave. Mainly because the frosted glass on the shower door makes him look less like him and more like some vague, nameless peeping tom with a shaving fetish.
Damnit. I've been saying that word far too much lately.
Okay. So. I am open to suggestions. Of course, I could always leave it alone, but where's the fun in that? There needs to be some sort of deep sense of gratification that comes with a good squeeze. You know? Please tell me you know. Because if I'm the only one who knows, then I just totally embarrassed myself.
Boring people would probably tell me to use a warm washcloth and whatever, blah, blah, blah.
That's why they're called boring people.
Should I name it? I mean, it could sort of pass for a parasitic twin, yes? I could name it Evil Aimee! It could be like that movie Total Recall! That slimy Kuato character that lives in that one guy's stomach!
^^ Evil Aimee!! ^^
I love that movie, by the way. I'm probably the only girl who does. The 3-tittied chick was the best!
So anyway. Evil Aimee's gotta go. I mean, if it actually imparted soul-awakening wisdom in perfectly crafted proverbs that would be one thing. But it's just kind of sitting there.... just.... being gross, you know?
Anyway. Sorry if I ruined your lunch.
Evil Aimee just wanted to say hey. You know..... soooo.....