pop goes the weasle

don't have much time but i need to confess. confession: i broke down and popped a zit. it was a very UNpleasant experience. it was the kind that refuse to pop and so you are all the more determined to pop it, squeezing with every last ounce of effort that you have in your two popping fingers (not fingers that pop in themselves per se, but fingers implemented for the popping procedure. popping tools you might say), digging your nails into your face. obviously, as sue k. would say, the situation has escalated from a mere investigation of popping potential, to outright fiery determination. who pays? the face pays. should have just stuck to my resolution to not pop. in the question of to pop or not to pop i am absolutely on the side of not. my recent expereince only places emphasis on the value of not popping. ok. well now that that's out of my system i can grab an orange, search for my white hoodie amongst the pile of clothes on the floor and head out the door my conscious clear of all popping burdens.