Mount St. Amy

Sunday morning I awoke to find what can only be described as …

A big ass pimple on the tip of my nose.

It was phreaking huge !!

Orca huge !

Now one might think that I would have been frustrated to find a big ass pimple on the tip of my nose,

But I wasn’t.

‘Cause honestly,

I was expecting a complete outbreak of pimple-age,

All over my face.

It was certainly deserved in light of the 4 tons of chocolate I consumed over the holidays.

(Current and future boyfriends please note –

There’s really no need to spend ungodly sums of money on fine chocolates for me …

Save that waste of money on things purchased for me from the Coach store or Lucky store.

As far as chocolate purchases for me go:

Hershey bars work great;

I love Nestle Crunch bars;

Mounds are by far my favorite;

And the Whitman Sampler

Always works,

Yummy.

Though personally,

I really like the Whitman Chocolate Covered Cherry sampler if you don’t mind going out of your way. It’s the one in the red box.

Oh yeah, and chocolate milk rocks !!!)

Anyways,

Despite knowing the rules of pimple management,

I decided to ignore them,

And proceeded with trying to pop said big ass pimple on the tip of my nose.

An act which went horribly wrong in light of my non-familiarity with additional damage that could be created by my recently acquired set of acrylic nails.

I’m really not sure how to describe the result …

It was sort of like a volcano that had exploded,

With lava streaming down one of its sides,

And the top all puffy red and jagged,

With a really disturbing big black dot in the center.

Obviously …

I was not going to get any “I fish for a living” lines tossed at me looking like that !!

However,

‘Lo an behold …

I found make-up useful in disguising the self-inflicted woundage quite well.

Incredibly well.

So you can now move make-up from the …

List of Things I Hate About Being a Girl to the …

List of Things About Being a Girl That Don’t Bother Me Nearly As Much As They Did At One Time.

Am I making progress or what? πŸ™‚

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8 Comments

  1. It’s The Official Policy of AmyNews.com not to comment about any man that currently has my interest. However, it’s also The Official Policy of AmyNews.com that once there is no longer a mutual interest, I’ll assign the guy a nickname and most likely share all sorts of sordid details about my personal life. The risk of such should be more that enough to scare away any guy that is inclined to ask me out ! πŸ™‚

    Just for the record, this Official Policy of AmyNews.com is one of my Totally On A Whim policies … meaning I can change it at any time and without any notice. Which is yet another reason for most guys to think more than twice before asking me out ! πŸ™‚

    Though I am a most fun date, when it comes to me …

    Date At Your Own Risk !! πŸ™‚

  2. Amy,

    I happened to notice the line above: Current and future boyfriends…..Ummm, current? Is there something you want to share with us?

    laura a

  3. Well, I was just about to turn in when I thought I would check your site. You made me blow milk out of my nose all over my LCD screen and across the keyboard! Thank-you and your ex-zit for me waking the neighbors guffawing at your story.

    Tyler πŸ™‚

  4. The image (Amy over the bathroom sink, POW goes pimple, CRACKLE CRUNCH goes the nails, the fun verbiage that follows….) is hilarious, and Laura a’s comment very trenchent.
    I hadn’t thought about it that way…we do all have particular gender markers that we express, the lack of some of which makes us no less less “gendered” than others, but the overusage of which may cause some people to say, “he is such a boy’s boy,” or she is such a girl’s girl.”
    It DID always seem to me that a real “boy’s boy” was either afraid of or in denial about something, but I never thought that about a “girl’s girl.” (Probably some residual sexual predjudice on my part, but…
    The mix of gender and personality markers seem to me to be rather confusing – since so many of the gender markers are physical first, social second, and personality-based third – someone want to help me out here?

  5. Amy,

    I was laughing so hard at the above visual image; one of those been there, done that, now what moments.

    I, too, have selectively adopted stereotypical female behaviors. I do love long hair, skirts and tops, but don’t own a dress. Makeup I do to cover up the residuae of electrolysis, and small blemishes. I do enjoy mascara.

    So, are we not like gg’s? All of them have feminine behaviors and rituals they embrace; some they ignore. Why should we be any different?

    My very favorite: long hair. My clothes.
    my hrt.

    laura a

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