My interests tend to be online focused as I live vicariously through the web to reach out to a world I'm too ill to enjoy first hand. I have a passion for role-play and enjoy a variety of worlds where such role-play created from the imagination takes me places as foreign as sci-fi novels and as passionate as a good romance. Again, topics are so varied, it would be hard to ask me something I haven't yet tried. The things I enjoy most I do most, but I'll try most anything, and with my mantra, "No regrets" I try what I wish without fear of second thoughts and self-loathing later. It's very freeing and allows for many adventures.

My favorite movie at the moment is an older movie but one I just saw for the first time two weeks ago. "When Dreams May Come" takes the ideas and elements surrounding death and many cultural approaches to how we deal with death in life and how many of us approach opinions of life after death. It covered so many avenues of thought that I thought it handled a subject with delicate balance and positivity. It's difficult to take such a subject and honor a world that is so vastly different in opinion on such a topic. This movie did so.

My son plays bass for a band that is primarily death core and metal. It has that screaming sound that makes me think of demons in Dante's Inferno. No it is not my favorite music style, not by a long shot, but I mention it first because I'm a mother and regardless of what he plays, I'm proud of him. You can access his music at www.myspace.com/shotgunforthescene. For me, I'm comfortable with many genres but my primary motivator to listen is that I have to be able to understand what the singer is saying. If I can understand and hear the lyrics, it doesn't matter to me how the song is structured.

Where does someone who's read all her life begin on a topic like this. The single most influential comment regarding books at the moment is the fact that with medications I take currently, it is nearly impossible to read. I get very frustrated when I pick up reading material that might have been at one time quite simple to peruse, and now I struggle with coherant thought that carries from page to page. Before this affliction, I read everything I could put my hands on, and could offer discourse with almost anyone on any topic as a result.

I've always believed that simple soap and water, used regularly, worked best on skin. If skin is clean, it is far less likely to absorb impurities and form pimples and other nasty little bumps. My sons have used the Stridex pads at times, and we have a very small tube of salicylic acid (basically liquified crushed aspirin) that works on the hugest of their bumps.

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Despite the fact that I spend about 85% of my life in bed due to illness and health conflicts, I still manage to keep myself entertained and "un" bored. I think boredom is the greatest sin and those who let themselves get bored may as well cash in their chips and check in to the Hotel California.

I'm a mother of two teens, a wife, owner of two yorkies, daughter to a wonderful father who is now widowed and mourning the loss of my mother, a teacher for my second son is home schooled, and an all around interesting person.

I read voraciously and will discuss almost any topic under the sun with anyone who has the time to do so. I understand the focus of this site is particularly aimed at the demolition of zits and that is a passion and pasttime I've enjoyed for a zillion years. It is not my only passion and with time, I tend to be an open book and easy to read.

I look forward to unfolding more of the mysteries of life, and look back with joy. My mantra is "No regrets" and I live with it and by it consistently.

Zitstress aka Karyn - signature of most notes - K

I have the odd blessing of a skin reaction to the millions of medications I have to take for my illness and as such, it looks like I have tons of tiny whiteheads all the time. The ones I can't see, like on my back and my legs, get ignored mostly, but the ones on my arms and stomach and of course my face attract a lot of attention.

My other minefield for regular inspection and occasional attack comes in the form of two teen sons. They produce epic sized zits, the eldest growing out of this phase some by now, but both still have the quintessential zit lovers dream zits from time to time. Then there is my sweetheart and man of my life, my husband, who does a lot of work in heated ovens ermmm I mean workshops and warehouses without ventilation or a/c and because of that, his body still produces just enough acne that from time to time, I get a really juicy specimen. What more could a Mistress of zits desire?

When my son was much younger, he had a lump form on his head shortly after a soccer match. We thought it was just a bump from the ball hitting, and it was hidden by his hairline just enough that we forgot about it. Some weeks passed, and we found him rubbing a spot on his head, discovering that it was sore to the touch. When we touched the spot, it was a knot of tissue, far harder than the lump we'd found there earlier. A bit of poking and we knew it was some sort of zit. After many trials, with my son not so happy, we excised the contents of the bump. It was pus, and about 8 or 9 seedlike hard things, almost like rocks. Not knowing what they were, and freaking out a bit, we took him to his doctor. The doctor said they were just mini-cysts, and we'd already done all the dirty work. My son had 3 more cysts like this in his childhood, one on his eyebrow, one on the back of his shoulder and one on his shin. He's never had another. They were cool icky ooze blick fun. Only downside was that they hurt to excise them.

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