I always figured that once I was old enough to have wrinkles then acne would be a thing of the past. But now, I’ve got laugh lines, wrinkles, and even eye bags—in addition to the damn acne. This summer has been especially brutal on my chin. It’s a freak show.
So I’m putting cover-up on the pimples on my chin when I what do I find? A fucking black hair. (Not to be confused with a BNH.) A coarse little fucker sticking right out of the middle of my chin. I mean, come on, REALLY?
Okay, face, make up your fucking mind. Am I a teenager, an old lady, or a man?