FFS, did I just go back 20 years! I am not a fucking teenager so why in the hell do I have not one, not two but THREE Pimples of DOOM ™ on my face.
I feel like its all anyone can see when they look at me. And they hurt all the time so I can’t even ignore them.
Motherfucking sons of bitching hormones!
I am still awake
(unasked for advice, so feel free to ignore) Turn off the screen and read a paper book, madrabbitwoman. I saw some study that being focused on the glowing screen actually makes your sleep worse.
New manager at my local pub - I think you are an idiot.
About 5 years ago, the pub was owned by some friends - my daughter and wife both worked there, and when the owners wanted to start a Jam night I said I’d support it. I’ve been down on a wednesday night most weeks, sometimes being the only person there. I’ve made some good friends, introduced some new people, helped keep the thing going.
The pub has been through a couple of changes of ownership since then, and pubs are having a hard time at the moment - this one more than most. One of the managers annoyed a group of regulars, and the best chef the pub had, so things have been getting quieter. Recently the manager changed, though not the ownership.
Last Wednesday we had a good evening, 4-5 musos, good range of stuff. Apart from us, the pub was almost empty, as it had been for months on a wednesday.
And the manager waited till we were packing up to tell us that she wanted to call time on the Jam nights to “concentrate on food”. We didn’t even start until after the kitchen closed, and I hadn’t seen a diner in the pub for weeks by the time we started setting up. No chance for a final session to celebrate and reflect. Just cut off.
So tonight will be my first non-jam wednesday night. I’m not sure what to do - the other musicians were one of my few social contacts during the week (particularly as my wife is away), and I counted them as friends. Everyone is looking for pastures new, but it won’t quite be the same.
I get Pimples of Doooom when I don’t wash my pillows. I am late washing them now because my washer is fucked. At least the repair guy will be here later.
I am sick of other people’s baby showers. I have one Saturday, don’t want to go and haven’t bought any gift.
I could improve my Angry Birds experience with extra birds.
My mother came yesterday. Since Grandma is now in an old folks’ home and since she’s got breast tumors (the initial exam was inconclusive, she’s got a new biopsy tomorrow), Mom is very worried about splitting up the inheritance. That’s my mom for you, can someone please explain again that theory about mothers being generous and caring? Mothers may be, but egg donors don’t bother and what I have is an egg donor.
She also gushed her gratefulness for my coming to pick her up at the train station (something which almost made my eyes fall out of their sockets from rolling; she didn’t start thanking her children until a few years ago, when her best friend threatened with cutting off the friendship otherwise, so we tend to take such expressions with a huge chunk of salt), yet at the same time she expects me to go down to Grandma’s every day I don’t have to be at work, not to see Grandma but her, Mommy Dearest, so she can recount every fart she’s farted in the last 24h and at any other time in her life that she farted a fart with a similar bouquet - not only no, but hell no. First, if she wanted to see me every day, she had to stay at my house, not at Grandma’s cataloguing knickknacks; second, being with her leaves me in such a state that it would spoil my standing Saturday plans.
Board games trump Mother Dearest’s company every day, damnit.
Benign!
But they want me to do this again in 5 years. 
Hey, better than having every nurse, nursing aid, administrative worker, mechanic, electrician, everybody from the head of cardiology to the newest cleaning lady, know your name because you go every three months for another round of Burn The Polyp 
Now seriously, I’m glad it was bening.
Fuck off Dr. Sears. He blocked me from his Facebook page after I dared point out that his alternative vaccine schedule is bullshit. Craven asshole. Censorious hypocrite. Feeder of the egos of people too dumb to raise children. Anti-science shithead. Smug twit.
He gives comfort to people who think they’ve done their homework on this issue by taking Jenny McCarthy and Andrew Wakefield seriously. In the immortal words of the Muppet Show Dr. Bob really is a quack who’s gone to the dogs.
It took me two years to figure it out (bad bout of depression). That [long string of vile profanities deleted] better hope I never catch up to him again.
I’m highly amused that he thinks blocking someone on Facebook means anything. How high school of him.
Now for my rant! Hey, two chicks blocking the middle of the hiking trail: How’s about you have that conversation somewhere else. And you, one chick who’s standing astraddle the lane? I hope you realize that you can be easily forced off the trail and down the steep mountainside by oncoming hikers. There’s poison ivy down there that’ll learn you good trail etiquette.
Do you HAVE to go? Really really have to? As in, you would cause WWIII among family members? Can you conveniently come down with a bug that you would just hate to share with the expectant mother?
The bad news portion of that post has less impact than the good news. Congrats on your relatively healthy poop chute!
ya know what? a 4+ hr car trip home (and thats without the gastro) and a bout of gastro from hell lead to a 9 hr trip home and a stop at a hospital along the way. Dad was driving thank god.
I’m 28 and I still get pimples. :mad:
I’m 51 and I get them.
I’ve had more trouble with acne in my 40s than I ever did in my teens.
Now you guys are just being mean!
I’ll be mean too, I don’t get pimples on my face anymore. I get them in my ears. :eek: Not deep, just above and inside my earlobes. Wanna talk about itch and pain? Not to mention that I don’t even get the satisfaction of looking into the mirror and popping the damn things.
Can we go back to talking about other stuff, please?
I am 32, pregnant and now have pimples in my bellybutton.
Screw being nice.
I have what seems to be a small sebaceous cyst inside my right ear, just at the entrance to the ear canal. Fortunately, it’s somewhat easy to pop just by (gently!) forcing it against the bone. Unfortunately, it just keeps filling back up.
Try applying tea tree oil to it the next time you clean it out. You can get it in a 10% solution or straight up. The 10% solution is effective (and my usual go-to), but for particularly stubborn infections, I’ve found that the straight oil can work better. Warning: pure tea tree oil can chemically burn.
Seriously, that stuff rocks.
Holy slow hiring processes Batman! I was unemployed for about a year before landing a new job last month. Just this past week I heard back on two positions I applied for - last year! One was with NAVAIR which I assume has the same functionally retarded hiring process as other federal agencies. That was in December - not too bad. The other job was with a private company I applied for in October. If they were local I would at least go for an interview, but neither one is enticing enough to make me consider relocating.