you'd think that after a good twenty years or so of battling facial enemies, i'd be able to defeat a chin zit.
this stupid thing is absolutely determined to be the 11th member of my a cappella group, and at this point, i'm ready to let it. maybe it can sing the descant.
seriously, after doing everything one does to properly (and swiftly) eradicate a sizeable blemish, i thought i'd gained the upper hand by yesterday evening. i felt we were at a turning point.
which is when i busted out with the green mud masque and applied it with fervor to my entire face (lest other pores of mine decide to up and form a barbershop quartet). and so i sat with it last night, as i blogged (yeah, sorry about the cranky tone last night, oops), letting the masque do its thing.
oh, and i could feel it working. tingling. and eventually hardening. i waited a good long time, didn't rush it, knowing -- just knowing -- that i had conquered the damn thing.
so when i went to the bathroom 40 minutes later, i was eager to see my (and the masque's) handiwork.
and as i looked at my face, covered in dried, cracked, green mud -- i saw it.
the zit who lived.
the zit had somehow managed to, i dunno, EAT the masque. because when i looked in the mirror, all my face was covered in masque EXCEPT the zit. it was just sitting there, whistling, twiddling its thumbs.
and smirking at me.