So tomorrow I will go to the skin doctor. And beg her to save my face. I will grovel. I will plead. I will be her slave. Just make my face well again, O Good Doctor. I will do anything. I will even stop watching the re-re-runs of Friends every weekday. I will be nice to my mother. I will stay away from chocolate for a week. Ok, for a day.

Alright, that's enough about my face. So now everyone is going ga-ga over the latest Star Wars movie soon-to-be-released-in-theatres-here. Just a random thought - do you think Episode III was actually supposed to be "Revenge of the Cyst" but the guy who was in charge of naming it (Georgie, perhaps) had a lisp and it became "Revenge of the Sith" instead? Yeah ok, probably not, since a SITH is a character in the film while, I am afraid, CYSTS are not really featured all that much in the Star Wars movies. I bet I just ruffled some feathers of major Star Wars fans here. Do forgive my blatant ignorance and stupidity. It comes with having major ZITS on my face. Ah, not all that different from cysts, are they?

Hokay, the bimbo rattles on. It is time to go. The forth be with you, O Lispy One.