Unwelcomed guest.

The lip pimple, in all it's face-consuming glory, has returned. I've offered it money and promised it many, many supple virgins if it would just go away, but it's not taking the bait.

It's so big and red and very scary. I fear for my safety.

I just hope the lip pimple (Joe, Bobby, whatever, I feel like it needs a name) finds another host to torment before my birthday on Tuesday. Any chance of me getting laid will substantially decrease if the pimple starts talking and engaging in conversations with my potential suitors.