Because I was lucky enough to skip them

I don’t know why, maybe stress really is a factor, but lately my nose is making up for every pimple I didn’t get as a teenager. Not just small pimples, big ones. The ones that start under the skin and grow mighty before surfacing, but remain far enough down to really, really get sore without getting reachable. As if it was easy to pop a pimple on the side of a nose anyway, thanks to lack of a stable base. But these, these grow large and powerful, and when you try to get them they just seem to magically hover away. I may well have a case of wizard pimples. I don’t know what those are or if they exist, but I’m betting I could find a solution on Potterpedia.

There’s a Potterpedia, right? There should be, I figure, if there’s a Wookieepedia there should be a Potterpedia.

I digress. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know I’m annoyed. I can squeeze any spot on my nose and a formerly unseen pimple will pop. I’ve already tried two astringent pads to no avail, though it may be the difficulty in use. I, like many of Irish descent, love whiskey. I also prefer to drink it, not inhale the vapor for three hours, which is what I might as well be doing with these pads. It’s like sticking a vodka tampon in my nostril.

For once, the fact that I’m far too often around teenage girls may be useful, as I solicit advice from them. I hope I never have to say those words again. Soliciting advice from teenagers is never how one should spend their time (unless it’s ironic advice, like “What music is really awesome and will make everyone at the party think I have great taste and enjoy themselves more? Brokencyde? Thanks!”).