Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 24 April 2015

I have a zit between my boobs. It's todays motivation. It's motivating me to drink more water, eat less greasy food, and avoid future zits between my boobs. Not that I get alot of zits between my boobs. To be honest I can't ever remember having a zit in that particular location before but it's tramatic enough that I want to avoid them from now on. It might not have been so tramatic if I would have noticed the zit when getting dressed this morning. But I didn't.. so I picked a shirt that displays cleavage. Not alot of cleavage. Just enough cleavage to put the zit on display. Now I have a red angry bump.. in my cleavage. Kind of a... LOOK HERE point for people to look for. It may have helped if I hadn't immediately pinched the baby beginnings of the zit upon finding it... only to discover the baby beginnings of the zit was here to stay. Now it's red.. and angry.

When you discover a zit between your boobs it becomes an object of obsession so I keep looking at it which leads other people to look at it or at least look at melooking at my own cleavage.. which contains a zit. Now I kind of wish I had a pushup bra on. At least then the cleavage would be worth looking at. Nursing bras just don't have the whole lift and smoosh needed for decent cleavage. Instead it's a oh hey.. boobs kinda cleavage. Not that I've deduced this by repeatedly checking out the zit.

I've also made a commitment to write every day for at least an hour in hopes of someday becoming a writer and eventually quiting my job. It's my lottery ticket dream. I thought about calling it "50 Shades of Hay". A google search revealed this is an amazon book about goat porn. Can I call it 49-1/2 Shades of Hay? Can I give the main character a boob zit? If you were reading a book that starts out with a cube farm worker obsessing about her boob zit would you continue to read it?