WARNING: If you are someone I once dated, OR whom I might want to date later, OR whom I might just think is cute if we met, OR if you are a judger, OR if you just aren’t up to reading about someone’s personal kind-of-gross body issue right now, please do not read the following.
So I am in finals misery, drudgery, curmudgeonry. Which involves a lot of sitting. On my ass. For HOURS and HOURS at a time.
Which produces:
A butt zit.
Oh yes.
I said “butt zit.” On the internets! For people to read! And snicker. Or frown disgustedly.
And I can only really write the words now because it is gone already. Really, it’s like it never even happened. Really! I didn’t spend all weekend checking 12 times a day to see if it was gone yet. No siree! Which you know, if I had done, which I didn’t, would not have been good for my self-esteem because, hello?! sitting on my ass for five days? Not good for the shape of said sat-upon ass.
In any case, hypothetically, if I had spent that much time in front/back of the mirror, it would have been one of the more exciting things that had occurred in my life in the last five days. Which would be why I’m writing about it. Even though it’s gross.
But now it’s back to Con Law because I have confused myself with all the tenses used in this entry.
And to everyone I have not e-mailed, commented on, called back or otherwise reached out to you, I’m sorry! December 14 I will be free and clear. And so will my ass be, G-d willing.
p.s. Speaking of (Grey’s) Anatomy, CAN YOU BELIEVE Alex screwed that nurse? So wrong! Boys are stupid.