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my pimple grew a face and other catastrophic events.
Posted by A PRINCESS ON A BUDGET
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i am displeased
Guess what gross doodah was waiting for me the minute I stumbled into the bathroom this morning. No, douche-face, it wasn't anything in my toilet bowl. Neither was it in my shower drain. The revolting entity (for lack of a better word to call it) was ON MY FACE. On my chin, to be exact. Apparently, my pimple grew a face while I sleeping. You heard me right. My pimple grew a face. I would say my face grew a pimple if not for the fact that said pimple was so huge. . . so ginormous. . . so gargantuan that it puts the size of Mount Everest to shame. True story. Yes, I tried picking at it. I tried popping it. I tried squeezing it. I tried pinching it. I tried putting acne cream and using acne soap on it. I literally tried everything. And oh my gawd, IT'S STILL THERE. Gah.
Yeah, my sentiments exactly.
After an hour or so, I finally gave up on my pimple eradication mission and went downstairs to eat breakfast with my battle-scarred face in tow. As I devoured my bowl of cereal, I noticed Madear walking around the house and muttering to herself. Uh oh. This was never a good sign. I decided to pretend I couldn't hear her because I wanted to enjoy my food in peace. It was only 8 in the morning, and muttering wasn't allowed until around 10 am. That was a house rule as far as I was concerned. When I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I sighed
Yep, this is me changing a bulb. Except it's a guy.
After eating, I decided to walk (read: drag my feet) towards the mailbox to check if the postman left any important letters for me. All I found in it were junk mail and the water bill. Pffft. I went back inside, tore open the letter from the water company . . . and almost had a stroke. My freaking water bill was $852.00! EIGHT HUNDRED. FIFTY-TWO. DOLLARS. Holy sh*t! After I stopped hyperventilating and my blood pressure came close enough to normal, I peeked at the piece of paper in my hand again. Yep, still 8-5-2. Crap. I decided then that I needed to
Since Madear got so upset about the exorbitant water bill, I decided to do something nice for her. You see, my mom doesn't live with me but she does visit every few months. Thing is, when she's not here, her van sits on my driveway unused. Usually for months at a time because I don't like using it. Mainly because it runs like crap. Don't tell that to Madear, though. She'll give you the stink eye. And because I forget to restart it once in a while like I'm supposed to, it's really not surprising that dead battery is a recurring problem of said van. Anyhoo, I finally called AAA this morning and when the guy inspected the engine, he informed me that it wasn't a battery problem. It was either a wiring problem or an alternator problem (whatever that is). Oh, and he also told me it was a snail and critter problem. Um, excuse me??? Did you just say SNAIL and CRITTER problem? WTF?! Because I sounded incredulous (or maybe just to
I don't care if you're stylish. Just keep away from the mommy van. I'm not kidding.
So, that's how my morning went today. I was so
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