The One with Connect the Dots

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I'll be the first to admit it: I have zits. Pimples. Acne. What have you. Ever since we moved to LA in August and I ran out of my magic cream called Duac, my skin has resembled that of a teenager. I'm nearly 25 - this is not okay. I told myself, "Self, if your face doesn't get better in such and such amount of time, do something about it. There is no excuse." Such and such time has long since come and gone and here I sit with so many zits on my face you could play connect the dots. I've had it. So I decided to take advantage of this health insurance that I'm paying for out of my own pocket every month and ventured out by myself to North Hollywood to visit a dermatologist.

I get really anxious when I go new places for the first time. I like familiarity, I like to know where I am at all times. Granted, I do like to travel, but it's a lot easier on my nerves if someone is there with me. Every time I see the LA cityscape my stomach does a little flip flop. I still can't grasp that I live in Los Angeles. Anyways. Luckily my trustee phone has a built in GPS with voice instructions and all (I love you I love you I love you Google) and I made it to my destination safe and sound.

An hour and 15 minutes later, I had a new set of topical creams in my hand and a renewed hope for better looking skin. Crossing my fingers.

On a completely different note. I opened up my internet browser as soon as I got home and saw that Apple has released yet another totally radical gadget. Meet the iPad:

I haven't quite figured out what it is or what it does, but it's by Apple and therefore it must be cool. To buy or not to buy? That is the question.
Paige Taylor Evans © // Quinn Creatives DESIGN