Scabs and pimples.

I leave scabs alone. Someone asks me for a dollar I'm like "FUCK OFF SCAB". Pimples, I tend to let them do their own thing. Unless I know they're going to go with ease. No point in trying to crush one if it's gonna laugh and continue sitting there. But oh man BLISTERS. ;_;

Christmas day 2003, I fell asleep in the pool. Well, not in it as in under the water, because that'd probably be no good, but on a floaty tube thing. It was one of the hottest days that year and combined with my far too cool for sunscreen attitude, I was burnt to a crisp.

The next day, blisters appeared. Blisters everywhere! So I started picking at them and bursting them to make for an action packed Boxing Day. Later I would discover this was a shit idea, as they came back KING KONG sized and filled with furious yellow goo. And they spread even further! So for about a week I was moving around like a robot, because any movements more extreme than that would result in explosions of unsexy goo and invisible knives stabbing into me. Pretty fun time! Especially trying to sleep, OH I'LL JUST GET INTO BE-AUUUUUUGH.

Jam it back in, in the dark.