Days like mould

Today I spent the majority of the morning soaked in a veil of bleach and mould killer, braving the horrors of our family bathroom so that mother dearest would finally cease her complaining that: "no-one in this family does anything productive round here!" -As of late, it has become somewhat of her battle cry. Regardless, I managed to remove every sceric of grime all thanks to our labyrinth's worth of cleaning products (Oh Easy Off-BAM, you definitely don't disappoint!) and eventually found myself free of the house and walking maze-like city corridors with my friend Mikey.

I actually really enjoy hanging out with Michael mainly because he's one of the few male friends I have that doesn't shy away from the prospect of shopping. He even helped me search for a homecoming present for my best friend Bee, who will return shortly from a long-lasting years worth of German living!
Sadly, it seemed that even after almost 4 hours of shopping and despite browsing almost everywhere we were no closer to finding that perfect gift; although the hunt did create a few laughs as he decided that playing urban 'hide-and-seek' whilst I was buying and all too delicious pudding flavoured Bubble Tea was a good idea. In reality it resulted in a 5 minute silent treatment and four consecutive 'JERK!' text messages being sent to his phone.

A while later I managed to orchestrate what I considered both a daunting and embarrassing form of revenge by forcing poor Mikey to trape through MYERS lingerie department. However, his reaction was quite the let down- or maybe it just proved how much more immature I am, as he made no squeamish noises and instead lead me to cringe after exclaiming how much he liked the fake boobs of a scantily clad model on one of the stores promotional posters.
Eventually after finding him an acceptable pair of skinnies we both headed home and I found myself collapsed on the couch-bed I have come to call my own. Although it wasn't one of my life's most productive days it was pretty fun and I am gosh darn (gotta keep this G-rated) exhausted, which is something I haven't been for a very long time.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow to find my beloved Dirty Bee something that tickles her fancy before she returns.

and didn't that just sound dirty. *sigh.

Maturity you've evaded me again!...ishax