Day 083

That's me with my hair tamed into a neat up do and armpit fat issues which resolved themselves over term break. You will also note that I'm wearing a tube dress which is very edgy, chic and hip. While a handful of you will say otherwise, this dress really is the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, the clam's garters, the eel's ankles, the cuckoo's chin, the sardine's whiskers, the elephant's Weight Watchers, the pelican's Yohji blazer, the crocodile's handbag, or- as some of the fifteen going on sixteen year olds I know would say- the sex.

So, how are things? This morning..... As per usual, I woke up (late) and almost got oats all over myself and the car seat. After school, I thought about domestic violence while investigating the asphalt at the bus stop. (The texture's great, btw.) I have no idea why radio stations still play Chris Brown songs. It's ridiculous that so many people shy away from publicly speaking out against his actions, but are excessively eager to give their opinions on Britney's weight gain.

I've never really had a boyfriend hit me before. Most probably because of the simple fact that I've only gone out with a couple of losers before Andrew. (Ha ha ha!) Getting abusive out of anger is not only Not Dope, but also inexcusable. Everyone deserves to be treated with absolute respect and nothing but love.

That's all. Goodnight Singapore and Melbourne. And other parts of the world.

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