secrets....
I've had this zit on the right side of my mouth. At first I was all, fuck you zit, how the hell did you get there anyway? But then a a day or two passed and oddly enough I kinda liked this zit. I imagined it to be my Cindy Crawford mole - without the weird long hair that will eventually grow through it when she gets old. This puss-filled red dot on my face somehow made my face look cool. And if I'm not being conceded enough for you, it's starting to fade away and I actually got scared. So I'm doing my best to eat too much chocolate. I've even applied for a gig at McDonalds. And tonight I'm eating greasy plantains. All because I want to keep my zit alive, so I can keep feeling like Cindy Crawford for just a few more days.
The end.
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4 Comments:
dude- i know you love your zit, but if you ever get tired of it, i will gladly pop that shit for you. i know i'm disgusting, but i love popping pimples.
Forget McDonalds, just rub some crisco on it.
Reminds of that episode of Friends, where Phoebe had a sexy voice because of her cold and then kept doing all this weird shit to keep it.
I'm finding I can relate a lot of my life to any given Friends episode.
That's probably a scary thing...but alas.
conceited
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