November 9, 2010

Let me paint you a picture.

Here's a metaphor for you.

Say one's complexion is like a fresh, dewy lawn of grass.

And, in this scenario, that would make acne a rampant infestation of dandelions... sometimes blending in with the grass, and sometimes exploding all over the place.

Therefore, I find myself with two (and maybe even a third, time will tell) of these:

And that's pretty much what they feel like.

You're welcome.

1 comment:

  1. "So, in this scenario, Liz is my dog, and I am my feet."

    Also: Sorry about your face. :(