About Life, This Week - 3

My face is falling off.

For as long as I can remember, I have battled oily skin. It was pretty much a part of my identity. If I were to ever go missing as a kid, my description would be similar to ..kind of asian looking, short, long dark hair, seriously greasy and only half of the hello kitty tattoo we scratched on our cheeks is still on hers -the other half melted off.

When the 'dewy' look became fashionable several years ago, I was ecstatic. YES, I can do this. There's a fine line between dewy and grease bomb but there are some mean blotting papers out there to smudge that line a little bit.

I don't know how it happened but my face is crocodile dry. I get it now why people with dry skin complain about it constantly. I hate it. Of course when I had no clue what it was like, I would secretly roll my eyes at my dry skinned friends. seriously? you're gonna complain about that? Try looking like a creepy, greasy child molester, then we'll talk.

I'm ready to talk. It sucks.  

I can't stop taking pictures of pastel things. 

The only thing I want to watch lately is British TV. The Fall was recommended to me and I devoured it. Completely watched the entire series in two and a half weekends. Then I jumped right into Sherlock, fell in love with Benedict Cumberbatch and I don't even know why. I can't explain this. He's not handsome in the traditional sense but his screen presence is captivating. Watch his face and I dare you not to be drawn to his eyes and lips. (not even gonna try to hide how creepy this sounds but creepy seems to be a theme today. It's impossible to talk about someone's lips and not feel like a violator)

British TV, What else have I been missing? I put the BBC world news on my DVR. Just in case.

Watched a sunset from a cliff and shared the moment with a surfer. 

Sometimes my emotional state feels like this.

EMMA. the good: my couch potato in crime. The bad: often hogs remote.