Bright. Red. Splotches.

Oh my god y'all, my face is a disaster. It's insane... Obviously, it's reacting to something: my new moisturizer (eww, i hate that word), my clean sheets (yep! changed 'em!), or general joblessness. Either way... it's itching like crazy, and the only relief I get is from the sweet, sweet touch of noxema. Which, coincidentally, is my mom's secret fountain of youth. So we have copious amounts readily available.

uuugh. I hate complaining so much about this... but it's consuming me as I cannot do anything except scratch, itch, and whine. Which, coincidentally, I was already tres good at.

(I'd post a truly unbelievable picture, but I don't know how to put pictures in my blog when using a MAC. d'oh.)