Midnight Musings

So after bingeing on Mad Men for a few hours I start to go through my bedtime ritual of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Looking at my reflection I can’t help but notice the inevitable signs of aging. Skin tags. Why? I know the reason skin tags come about, but couldn’t my body do some more magic and put that extra effort into another part of my body? Stretch my arms thinner! Something!? If you haven’t delved into trying to remove one yet, don’t bother. They hurt like hell and bleed quite a bit. Not only that the assholes come back! I’ll take beauty marks, stretch marks and white hairs all day long! Just please quit with the skin tags! 

Don’t ask me about the triangle I have no clue!