Uh! Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do? Whatcha Gonna Do When The Come For You?

I'll start off with an update on my "progress", which is not good. I have developed three cysts on my face, one on my hairline (which is quite painful), one on the side of my nose and one on my eyebrow. Gah! I'm doing nothing different; I'm still taking antibiotics once a day, and using the benzoyl peroxide/retinoid gel, and taking the Pill. So I think I need to seriously consider seeing a dermatologist. The longer I leave it the more scars I accrue. I don't think this is the flare up from makeup use that I was worried about, because of the style of the breakout and the fact that it coincides with my scalp also suddenly becoming bad too, yay(!). Another weird thing is last night I developed a rash on my back and shoulder blades, which meant I couldn't apply the Epiduo. I've taken photos of it, so may post them later, as well as some awful update photos. Bleh.

So, now onto the more cheery stuff, yay! Have I mentioned how much I love weekends? No? Well, it's a lot. Not that I've done anything especially exciting; Friday night I declined an invitation to the pub with the boys, and watched DVDs with my housemate.

On Friday I also witnessed a drug raid at the local train station, which in theory was very exciting. In reality, despite the ten cops, sniffer dog, six security guards and two transit officers, it was pretty anticlimatic. I know, talk about being prepared, right? The raid was much less dramatic than I expected (I guess I have false expectations from watching The Bill many many years ago, and COPS now [I love COPS so much]), and those that were busted were disappointingly well-behaved. Is it too much to ask for someone to try and bolt, only to be tackled by a cop, or attacked by a police dog? I don't think so! Anyway, I've attached a sneaky shot I took once the hubbub had died down, and the possession citations were being issued. Obviously the dodgy quality is me trying to be surreptitious, hehehe.

Saturday I got up before 9 am (it was a lot more difficult this week), and went to breakfast (I had French toast) with the girls, one of whom told me that she and her partner are going to start trying for a baby(!!). Woah! She's younger than me (just turned 26), so that was a bit of a shock to the system. And I'm not extremely traditional, but she's not married... And, oh wait, there's also the tiny little fact that he's still married to someone else!! Say what now?! Yup, he's not technically divorced yet to his wife. Hmm, that's more than a little messy, right? Well it gets even worse, because the reason he hasn't got a divorce is apparently because he "doesn't have the money to pay for it". Yup! He doesn't have the money to pay to pay for a lawyer or do the online thing, but yet they're planning to get pregnant. Uh huh. Confused? Yeah me too. So that was extremely exciting, and it was one of the rare moments when I have no idea what to say to someone...

Okay I just realised this is a lot more interesting than I thought it would be. Ha! I'm full of excitement. Well. Now anything else I say is going to pale in comparison. I did have more to say too, but can't remember what that was, I got distracted by the drug bust and the potential knockup-to-a-married-man thing. Maybe I'll post this now, and then think of doing another update tonight, with the dreaded photos attached, and whatever else I was supposed to report on. Bye!