shades of gold

For the past month my skin has been breaking out like a motherfucker. I have exhausted all possibilities (there has been no change in my shampoo/soap/detergent/meds). Went to a skin clinic for a free consultation from a lady who has been treating acne for 30 years and she said she was “stumped”. At least it was free. My doctor prescribed me an antibiotic, which I haven’t picked up because I don’t like antibiotics. At all. I’ve been researching pimple remedies with all the fervency of an embarrassed teenager. What bullshit. I miss birth control*. I think that’s what is going on here–no birth control. An explosion of hormones that have been waiting, for years, to manifest. BLAMMO! It suuuuuuucks.

I’m up at 6:30 on a non-working day but I’m not bitter. More time to do skin product reviews–I spent about an hour on “Rate it all” this morning and now my head hurts. How do you know which reviews are from real people, and which ones are from the company or competitors? Some are fairly obvious, but others…maybe I’m too suspicious.

Speaking of suspicious, yesterday at work I told someone I didn’t believe in getting flu vaccines and she pointed to a posted piece of paper listing all the “facts” and “myths” about the flu shot and she said “No side effects!” and I said “But you can’t believe THEM!” and Jesus Christ since when did I get all paranoid, eh? On the OTHER hand, when was the last time I had the flu?

Today’s goals are to not pick my face (horribly addictive) and to paint and to research free DVD burners. Oooh baby baby what an exciting day.

* And no, not pregnant yet, sorry Kissyfur and Mom.