Herein lie my problems with Donny, I'm telling you guys.
So now, it's time to try something different. June is officially going sans-Donny. (I haven't talked to him in the first four days, before you ask. So it counts.) It may need to extend throughout July as well, but I will find a new way of going about this and achieving great success.
Speaking of stupid boys, not-so Superhuman-Sam is coming to New Zealand this weekend. Only he didn't tell me. He told my flatmate Sara, and not me, so I'm officially boycotting him. And yes, I realise I don't really have a choice in the matter given that I will be, as I usually am for Sam's visits, in Christchurch. But that's really not the point.
Marco, a well-meaning Canadian, has agreed to buy me the Sephora Brand Professionel Platinum Air Brush #55. Excited much? I know I am. I can't wait to rub that all over my face.
Hahaha, that last sentence seemed like it would be sooo much more at home in amateur porn.
I'm so classy.