stressball.
November 28th, 2009 at 9:41 am. Posted in Just Rachel.My face is currently broken out in an epic thirteen year old pubescent fashion. I have SIX pimples on my face. SIX. This is not okay. I never break out like this, and it is only making me stress out even more. I have been trying everything and I want to die. I have a VERY IMPORTANT thing to do on Tuesday morning and I would appreciate it if my face would get with the program and clear the eff up already. It’s ugly and it hurts and i’ve had enough. I’m 25. I’ve done puberty before, I would not like to go through this again.
I got my freaking period the other day. I’m sorry if you aren’t interested in hearing about that, but again. I have important things to do this upcoming week and this is unacceptable. I stopped taking my birth control as soon as I found out that they moved matts date up in an effort to get this done and over with as soon as humanly possible, but it’s not looking good. FAIL.
I am helping out with a charity benefit today and tomorrow. Everyone that was supposed to help us out bailed last night, and I got a completely hysterical call from one of my best girlfriends that owns the massage studio that is putting the benefit on. I ended up having to bake 100 chocolate chip cookies, 48 orange cupcakes, 2 trays of chicken wing dip and make 100 mango colored ribbon pin things.
Matt’s aunt that I have yet to meet decided to stop by the house last night too. She was already there when I got home from work. There were ELEVEN people in my house last night. Not counting Matt and I. Um, WHAT?
Matt’s mom brought me wine. And a card. And a little christmas puppy thing that has ears that move and it was really funny and totally cheered me up.
Today has to be better, right?



My face is broken out hardcore too. On top of that, it’s super dry! Ugh!