1. This is a phenomenon I explained to lizbee ages ago, but basically there must be something about me that's a bigot magnet. WHYYYYYYYYYY. I think it's because I look like the most caucasian person in the universe, and when you combine pastiness + slight overweightness + a childish face + modest and sensible clothing, you just give off an air of come share with me your prejudices, your peccadilloes, your most horrible and asinine innermost thoughts. People should know better than to tell me anything: I will judge you more harshly than the bitchiest bitchface. I might look like a twelve year old mormon, but I'm really a horrible, horrible person.

2. On the topic of appearance, I just got my first haircut in seven months, and it looks BANGING.

3. My boyfriend lost the cat again. Again, WHYYYYYYYYYYY. FFS. She doesn't have a collar on, it's now night-time, and there are plenty of big scary cats in the neighbourhood. That said, it is nearly dinner-time, she knows where home is, and she's got that feral scrapper-mentality about her. I'm sure she'll be back soon.