The Obscure

Hello everyone, I am just chillin' at Taylor's house, here. We tried to play some music earlier, it was fun 'n all, but... y'know... I can't play drums too well.
Fun times, though. Fun times had by all.

I had this enormous zit on my jaw. I know that's not a very appetizing thought, but It must be told. It was a very large part of my day, you see.
I popped it, like, yesterday; then it resurrected itself. It inflated to roughly the size of a golfball, and got this horrible purple scab over the whole thing. So today, after hanging out with Tay and such for a few hours, I walked by the mirror and saw the damn thing. I give it a squeeze, and about three gallons of puss comes out. It's about half an hour later, and it's still bleeding.
All in all, I am glad to have had that experience. I doubt there is a zitier height I can hit, except for this one previous time that I won't disgust everyone by describing.

Anywho, I'ma hit the ol' fashioned highway here. Toodle-oo, y'ass.