Pimples & Profanity‏

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Originally posted on 10/14/2009
Current mood:  busy
Category: Life

Because of the mind-numbing errands I have to complete today (through the first week of November), stress-induced acne has been unrelenting. I'm sure I'll personally keep the Oxy Acne Product corporation in business and in the black through the entire recession. I'm not really 'a complainer' by nature, so my internalized stress seems to burst through my skin cells...literally. It's all good though, I'll worry about looking human again once I get my life back. In the meantime, I'll put a positive spin on things and deem my spontaneous break-outs as "character pimples." Man, I have so much still left to do! (Uh oh, another pimple just popped up.)  I'm only writing this today because my horoscope strongly suggested I fit in a leisure activity with my jam-packed To Do list, so I'm taking time out to post this. This would not be my first choice for a quick "time-out" leisure activity but I'll work with what I've got. For some inexplicable reason, I blew HOURS working on a ChaunyShort video after work yesterday. I'm still learning how to use the software, so the video took me much longer than usual to complete.   The video was about one of my favorite words in the English language (the F word). I have hundreds of hours of entertaining video of other stuff still left to sift through and mold into "art" but instead, I decided to answer the immediate call of my randomly profane brain.  I don't really live life in "chronological order" so why should I produce videos that way? I do what I feel like, when I feel like it and it never makes any sense to anyone, least of all me.  I'm absolutely committed to acting when the mood strikes and not one moment before.  

So what I blew coveted errand time on senseless video-making yesterday? Even if you feel the F word is vile profanity, you have to appreciate a single word that serves as a noun, verb and adjective.  In my book, versatile vulgarity will take precedent over exhausting errands any day of the week.