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A couple of things happened on my way to work on Friday morning.  Now it's a Wednesday and I still remember both, so clearly they were share worthy.   

Number one being I realized a song I really quite enjoy that goes something like this, "Story of my lifeeeeee...something something...frozennnnn...something...Story of my lifeeeee..." is from One Direction.  One Direction!  As in a boy band.  The realization of this had me wondering if it meant I was so out of cool there isn't a redemption hope or if it meant boy bands are back.  I think the fact I was a teenager during the Backstreet Boys and N*Sync days answers both of those questions.  I'm not cool nor will boy bands probably ever be back, if they were ever even a real thing to begin with.  Uffda that was a lot of thinking for a song that goes something like this..."Story of my lifeeeeee...something something...frozennnnn...something...Story of my lifeeeee..."

Number two being I kept thinking about a zit I popped the night before.  It was like truly, the perfect zit.  I wish all zits were like that and I'd even go so far as to say I'd like to order up one of that variety approximately two times a month as it quenches a picking fever in me.  It grew right between my upper lip and my lower nose in the volcano style.  Big and deep.  So right away, I thought oh this will be one of those ridiculous ones which hurt like hell but never actually do anything and then I will pick at it and it will scab and be there for a solid thirteen days.  But then!  On that fateful evening, I thought just for the heck of it I'd try to give it a pop.  And POP.  It popped!  Like a dream.  If you are a zit popper and fellow pick fever-er, you will know what I mean right now.  It made the squeak noise and was a ball of fire hitting the mirror.  The best part was the squeak.  No traces left behind.  And then this morning, poof.  It was gone like .  The perfect zit!  Ever since, I've been a bit obsessive thinking about it.  

Sometimes I think why do I write this stuff down.  And then mostly I think because I like to.  Who doesn't want to hear about boy bands and perfect zits?

And seriously, I want another one of those squeakers soon!  I'm sick.  Really.  Plus I have really big hair and like to smell the heads of babies.