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...usually when I get self-indulgent, there'll be pizza, cheesecake, Chinese food, weed, Farscape marathons, sex in public or all of the above involved.
Except today I was shopping and my impulse buy was a box of this stuff. Because who could resist something rose and vanilla flavoured containing a herb whose name means 'she who has 100 husbands'? Not me.
It smelt fucking divine and tasted ...like I was drinking a goddess' bathwater. Mostly in the good way. It just felt disconcertingly like a thing I should have sprayed on me rather than poured in me. It's also a bit disconcerting to enjoy anything that's meant to be good for me - what, am I suddenly growing up or something?
Except today I was shopping and my impulse buy was a box of this stuff. Because who could resist something rose and vanilla flavoured containing a herb whose name means 'she who has 100 husbands'? Not me.
It smelt fucking divine and tasted ...like I was drinking a goddess' bathwater. Mostly in the good way. It just felt disconcertingly like a thing I should have sprayed on me rather than poured in me. It's also a bit disconcerting to enjoy anything that's meant to be good for me - what, am I suddenly growing up or something?