ahhh Herman Sucks, doesn't it?
I'm a photographer.... granted I'm behind the camera, but people come in all snazzed up looking great... and there I am. Bloated, pimply... ugh. I had a wedding a few weeks ago --dear friend of mine getting married, seeing people I hadn't seen in years. My face had been uncharactaristically clear for two weeks. I was so HAPPY! And the morning of the wedding... big HUGE honkin' zit the size of Texas on my lip. MY LIP. Screw a 'good makeup' day. Yeah, wasn't my wedding but every time I ran into an old friend (to top it off the last time I saw most of these people I was 45 pounds lighter) I felt like introducing my pimple over introducing my husband to people...
"HI! Haven't seen you in years! Have you met my pimple, Herman!? Oh yeah. We're great friends. He usually has all of his pals plastered all over my face but today he's flying solo. C'mere and lemmie KISS ya...."
Just . Plain . N A S T Y. |