Shot by an Air Soft Rifle

I look like I’ve been hammered by an airsoft rifle. My face is struggling. I’ve had pretty bad bouts with acne before, but it has never been as stubborn as a whole, as it has this week. I don’t know what the deal is. Maybe the change in environments over the past couple of weeks. Arizona to altitude, dry air and all that stuff. I was reading about seasonal acne, and I wish I could say that I suffer from that, but mine is around pretty much all year. It gets like this…just wears me out.

I’ve gotta work tonight, and I really don’t care to be in the public eye when my face is looking like I’ve been pelted at close range with air soft BBs. Just not a fan. I can wear a hat at work, and at least it’s dark in there, but I don’t like wearing a hat. That just makes everything worse, and it hurts my head by the end of the night.

Self admittedly, I haven’t been taking very good care of my face lately, either. That’s just kind of the way it goes sometimes. A lot to juggle, considering the past week. And the Cardinals are starting to play some good football, so I think I’m a little annoyed with them, too. Seriously, they couldn’t figure some of this nonsense out earlier this season? They could be in legitimate playoff contention! Technically they’re not out of it…oh geez, listen to me…I sound like a desperate, cigarette weathered and withered slot jockey in Las Vegas…not out of it. Next thing you know, I’ll be saying that they can take San Francisco at home this weekend and pull to within one game of .500.

This post is ending now. Before I lay the foundation for another zitty bombardment.