I hope to someday be old enough for a stranger to offer me their seat on public transit.
Hashtag my wrinkly face skin.
The doc missed some cancer in Round One and had to go back in again.
He's confident they've got it all out now though so I'm just waiting to have this gaping bloody hole in my face stitched shut so I can GTFO of here.
P.S. If I were on Grindr, I'd absolutely use the above photo to snag hot men.
Last month I made mention of a future appointment to have a helping of Basal Cell diced out of my left face cheek and, well, the future is here.
The dude surgeon just got done shaving some of the carcinoma off a few minutes ago and while he takes the time to test it I've gotta sit in the waiting room lookin' like a spokesperson for Biore Pore Strips. Thankfully, the lobby music game here at the California Skin Institute is keeping things interesting. Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" just finished rocking me out and by the sound of it "Listen to Your Heart" by Roxette is on deck.
I'm on my way to Palm Springs, California by way of the scenic-est route.