Yesterday I told myself that I was NOT GOING TO pick at my face anymore. And today already I am picking my face. I pick at everything � ingrown hairs in my legs, bikini line I used to try and pick zits and ingrown hairs on Adam too but because it is part of my anxiety disorder and the fact I have a therapist he won�t play into it. It really pisses me off when I see the best black head ever on him and HE WON�T LET ME POP IT! But it is supposed to teach me self control of some shit and apparently not everyone likes other people popping their zits and black heads. WHO KNEW. And I�m glad I ended up marrying one �cept in the past I could destroy someone else�s skin and not my own. I am TRYING to tell myself over and over STOP PICKING. STOP PICKING. I�ve even asked all my chin hairs to grow in at the same time and at the same degree of thickness for easier plucking and fuck �em they won�t.
Also, totally unrelated I have a problem with drool.
I have a deviated septum in my left nostril. I don�t know how I got it. I THINK I remember my left nostril always being a little bitch growing up so I don�t think it is from any drug use I may or may not have taken part in during the �interesting behavior� days of my early 20�s. Basically, this is an invitation for snoring and when I get a cold, forget about it. We have a humidifier it doesn�t do too much, our apartment is really old with one pane glass and black mold on the ceiling in the bathroom so technically we are lucky to even be alive in here also I�M lucky because Adam is not bothered by my snoring it doesn�t wake him up. I also really hate that it makes me constantly sniffly and it always sounds like I need to blow my nose but I won�t have the surgery because the ear nose and throat specialist I saw that I was referred to see on account of one of those three possibly causing my headaches it was discovered I had the deviated septum because the camera went up and stopped DEAD it felt AWESOME even with my nostril frozen I felt that holy crap did I � sorry � I decided I would not have the surgery because she said it was extremely painful. Lately since I have now had [u]ass surgery[/u] with complications AND collar bone surgery I am considering it and chuckle at my turning it down years ago because of its apparent painfulness after the surgery I had last [u]February[/u].
With a gift card left over from our wedding we recently bought new sheets I have a pretty extreme obsession with matching sheets and duvet covers and we have been putting thought into stuff we buy now because we know sort of what direction we want to head in �apartment look wise� when we FINALLY move so we got black and dark brown sheets. I am actually glad we never got any of the sheets we registered for that fit our mattress because even though we ended up going with the same brand we completely changed colors. OTHER matching sheet sets I have had in the past have been LIGHT.
Although I always knew I drooled I didn�t know I could flood a river. Black and dark brown sheets are already harder up keep which I don�t mind because they look great BUT are now literally covered in my drool- I�m pissed. With Adam�s job he gets little nicks and cuts that aren�t always obvious so I was super excited that there�d be no more trying to scrub out missed �that really needed a band aid� stains some that just would not come out and now I�m tres embarrassed about my overly obvious drooling and the funny thing is no one needed to know but Adam and I but I�m still embarrassed about it and I�m a drama queen and this is my blog so why not tell you all?
So [u]Pat Quinn[/u] is a stripper and the commercial he does advertising his kind of stripping is marketed so perfectly I purchased some [u]Breathe Right Strips[/u] thinking THIS would enable me to sleep with my mouth closed limiting my drooling. To no avail baby, to no avail. I am a drool machine I wish I could bottle it and sell it. And worst of all I can�t believe I didn�t know- I can�t believe I had sheet colors that hid it all this time. I can�t even bare to think of how many nights and mornings Adam has watched me sleeping peacefully in what should be a sweet moment between him and my sleeping subconscious only to be staring at dried drool, highlighted with fresh drool.
I�m too sexy for myself.
