Currently: my skin is crunchy! Something is not right!
Whether they're a function of the weather or age, the patchy, discolored scales on my arms are unacceptable. Right now I'm rubbing the heaviest-of-duty cuticle cream into the affected areas, trying to break them up and return them to the smooth, soft, freakishly hairless, and flesh-colored skin I'm accustomed to. I pretty much refuse to have dark, age-looking spots on on my body in my twenties.
Plus, they itch.
If I have to, I'll rub moisturizers into my skin all day long. Even though it makes my keyboard sticky. Hey, vanity (brown spots!) and sanity (they really itch!) before work, I say!
On the other hand, my sister uses a humidifier to keep her Christmas tree moist and green. Perhaps I should try a similar tactic. Don't I, too, deserve not to wither? Or get fired?
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