B... tempted.

i've been on a self-indulgence binge lately... lavender scented aromatherapy perched prettily in one corner of my room, its faint smokey fumes inducing a lightheaded, totally and completely relaxed sensation from within me. it's the ultimate R&R, methinks.

today i felt like i deserved a little pampering, especially after my solo emo-overload two minute breakdown while i was plonking away at the piano at miss anne's. i suppose mylittlemeltdown came about because i was simply too overwhelmed by my feelings of frustration in addition to all the feelings i'd been suppressing for weeks now, maybe months.

all in all a lethal combination.

so i embarked on my journey to afeelgoodtime.

first stop: shampoo, rinse. conditioner, leave on. second: *cheeky cherry bath essence, lather, rinse. third: facial exfolient scrub, rinse. cleansing gel, rinse. fourth: liquid body lufra, thorough scrub. fifth: brush teeth. sixth: final rinse. seventh: towel dry. eighth: application of *creamy vanilla massage lotion.

due to the current shower gel/liquid soap shortage in the bathroom, i decided to engage the long-overdue/almost-expired services of *Boudoire collection B... tempted, my birthday present from sheryl chan from 3 or 4 years ago.

the B... tempted bath-set consisted of:

B... naughty cheeky cherry bath essence
B... nice creamy vanilla massage lotion
B... outrageous chocolate orange soap massage bar

last but not least,
B... (insert word into the blanks) body polishing sponge

for reasons unknown, people seem to enjoy presenting me with bath-sets, shower gels and bubble bath solutions during my birthday or christmas, my assumption being for lack of a better gift. it came to a point where i was like, okay do i smell bad or have filth pouring out of my ears or something? why is everyone telling me to go take a bath?

anyway, that was my hyperactive imagination on overdrive - again. turns out it was nothing of the sort, simply a series of carefully (but accidentally) coordinated coincidences.

imagine my surprise when i unscrewed the gold bottle cap and tilted it over my palm. out came.. no, GUSHED a stream of the creamiest most delicious smelling body lotion ever known to victoria-kind. here i was expecting some halfpastsix sticky lotion from a random bodyshop-copycat and was rewarded with nothing of that kind.

think, luxury in its highest form.

it was a sensation similar to spreading melted butter over a slice of toast, that's how i felt spreading the lotion all over my limbs. it was sinful, i tell you. S-I-N-F-U-L. god, (as i'm typing) i just unscrewed the gold bottle cap to take a whiff of that delicious scent and i actually felt a genuine urge to drink the lotion.

i emerged from my room smelling like i had just soaked myself in a tubful of melted vanilla ice cream, with cherries. yum. i wanted to lick myself twice over, but aj did it on my behalf. as i entered the kitchen, he actually trotted up to me and started licking my leg with a gusto unbeknownst to humans.

ahh.. i wish i could say more but there's nothing more to say. just leave me and my vanilla lotion alone and i'll be content foralmostever.