Today's reason why there is no loving god: Pimples.
Yeah, we've all had them, we all know how much they suck. They're ugly and painful, and we have essentially no control over them. Some of the cleanest people I know end up covered with blemishes, and then dirty motherfuckers like me end up with pretty good skin. Why would any loving god want to punish people like this? What the fuck?
And even worse, now I have a pimple. I've had bad pimples before. The inside of my nostril. Underneath my hair. On my eyelid. These were all quite unfortunate, but the problem presently at hand is the giant under the skin pimple that I've got in my right armpit. I swear, I feel like I'm going to give birth to some insect or very small mammal. And every time I move, it's a reminder that, oh yes, I'm being punished for the horrible absence of a loving god. Fortunately, people can't walk up to me on the street and say things such as, "Holy shit I ain't never seen no pimple grow outta there!"
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Sorry about the delay in updating, it's been the end of school, the beginning of finals, that sort of thing. Let me know if you think this current theme is getting played out, and I'll try and shift the focus elsewhere.
