Instead of taking a bath, which was seriously considered, I flicked channels between:
- Extreme Makeover Weight Loss edition
- Keeping Up With the Kardashians
- XFactor US
I was glad P was out last night, not just because I could indulge in all sorts of ridiculous behaviours, but also because the facial peeling reached its zenith. I was shedding so much, it kept falling into my eyelashes. Disgusting.
*Friend (male, believe it or not) recently pooh-poohed the craft beer trend. 'I like my beer to taste of...nothing', he said. After drinking some revolting, hoppy IPA last night I have some sympathy for his point of view but having said that, the most tasteless beer around is like Miller or some shit and that's a bridge too far for me. Nothing like a cold Heineken, or an Export Gold shandy (there's my upper North Island roots! Shandies with Dad after he'd finished DIYing something that you held the level or string for was like the pinnacle of father-daughter quality time!). Love me some Brooklyn Lager too, in the spirit of eating crappy tex-mex on campus rooftop in NYC.
** FOMO = fear of missing out, for those who have been living under a rock.
*** He also woke me up with a jerking shoulder blade to the face. In his words "but I was getting the basketball back off someone". We continue the nighttime shenanigans almost unabated, since my nose-breaking night terrors. I'm seriously concerned about what's next. I mean, we've broken the blood barrier already.