theres something deeply satisfyingly dirty about smearing black grit all over your face, and then blasting it clean away.
its very cleansing.
ive been using this for the last three weeks, once or twice a day and i love it! the smell is peculiar; almost like liquorice - which is not entirely pleasant (but enough so). it helps to keep my face from GLOWING TOO BRIGHTLY and when i forgot it for a coupla days, i really noticed a difference - i started to break out more and my skin got really flaky. disugusting.
ill be back with proper posts soon, i promise.
(image found @ flickr)
sometimes we all have secrets that we have to keep.
today, was an expensive day (i sense a trend emerging...) but COMPLETELY worth it. for months - well around two since my black handbag had broken - i had conjured up an image in my head of a pillarbox red, quilted, chain strap medium size handbag that could accomdate my notebooks, but not bludgeon small children while walking down the pavement. it failed to appear under the xmas tree and i had replaced it with a midnight black square in my urban outfitters order, a dream which was soon quashed when they emailed me to tell me that they had to cancel that item from my order because it was unavaliable. LIKE WHAT.
in order to sooth my handbagless soul, i loped off my local shopping centre with the intent to buy warm clothes to wear while working in bitingly cold conditions, as my shop concludes that customers are too stupid to deduce whether or not the shop is open if the doors are shut and consequently, the doors are kept open all day (YES even in snow). this, in conjunction with the broken heating (read: NO heating) means that six-hour shifts are plagued with knocking knees and fingers tinged blue from the cold. ANYWAY, whilst in Topshop, i saw IT. hanging nonchantly on the rail, WINKING at me in all its wicked, scarlet way...so i bought it. thats not even the best bit...it was on sale at virtually half price. its LOVE.
HAPPY 2010. doesn't that sound peculiar to say? its not a year that rolls off the tongue...its, awkward. ANYWAY, welcoming the new year was conducted in a typically teenage fashion; rose wine bottle in one hand and my best friends paw in the other. coincidentally, she was also my new years kiss as R decided that NYE is decidedly unimportant and it is not a requirement to spend it or by the same logic, our two year anniversary together.
but whatever.
$ym's party was, however, an absolute success (so stop worrying now silly!) and the night was finished up with feet tucked under knees on sofas, spooning homemade vegetable stew into hungry mouths whilst watching Fast & Furious (purely for Paul Walker, you understand). perfect!
uni is fast looming round the corner, and i cant wait to get back! ive already accquired a reputation for wearing flowers in my hair, and this term i am going to notch it up a gear and introduce arthropods into the equation! i got a set of differently coloured butterfly clips for £6 that i craftily pin into my hair and resemble some sort of walking insect house.
