Fill 'Er Up

I seem to be holding out, at twice a year for Botox, but I can't say that I need less as time goes on. That's gotta be a suburban myth. Maybe I've just given up so much hope of accomplishing anything in my short life, that I've lost all expression inside. Soooo, nothing shows up on my face.

Right, I know the routine. Don't lay down for a few hours and if anybody asks, those needle marks in the forehead are all about doping. Or heroin. Something respectable.