Andrushka: The heartbreak of adult acne

The heartbreak of adult acne

Figure 1: Artist's depiction of Scott and Ellen.
Note the accurate paleness of Scott's skin and the huge zit.

Right in the middle of my forehead, something is growing. I'm becoming a frakking unicorn.

I'm just glad Ellen and her taxidermy dreams are a couple states away.

In a culture that pines after youth, I had hoped that age would at least give me the advantage of clear skin. Nope. Frakking unicorn.

Labels: histrionic, pop culture

Posted by Scott on 19 January 2007 at 1/19/2007 01:43:00 PM | Permalink

Sure. I'm game.

Posted by Unknown | 1/22/2007 08:55:00 PM

Well I certainly don't remember biting you in the back or clawing your ribs, and aside from there sexual overtones of that comment, I hope your skin clears up.

Posted by Ellen | 1/22/2007 10:29:00 PM

I'm not saying that you ever have bitten my back or clawed my ribs (though I have long suspected you to be a back biter).

I'm saying that if you saw me with the pimple and mistook me for a unicorn, carnage similar to that depicted would ensue. It would take only a short time for my desiccated carcass to be mounted over your hearth.

Posted by Scott | 1/22/2007 11:50:00 PM

Benzoyl peroxide, yo. Hopefully eventually I'll get around to posting about that on my own blog...

Posted by CëRïSë | 1/24/2007 11:53:00 PM

Proof: Chicks dig skinny pale guys. (with zits).

Posted by Seth Ellis | 5/05/2007 12:08:00 PM