my hand smells like mint, my wrist like vanilla, my forearm like candyfloss.
which is yum, but not so yum when the three fuse into one mega sugary knock-out scent. the sales assistant at pupa set her predatory crosshair while i was absently looking at the miss milkie products and promptly proceeded to harrass me by means of a minihurricane of lotions, until i made a polite exit - quoting quagmire: 'd-d-did i just get laid?'.
they have the most unique make-up. i love the ingeniousness of their packaging:
girliness aside -
countdown to driving exam: seven days. and i have just learned two out of three parking methods. easy. tomorrow, i will learn how to park sideways. and i will ruin three cars in the process. that's an inevitable promise.
once i get my license, i'll drive around playing 'don't stop me now' because i will be a rocketship on my way to mars.