Today, Adrianna Tan said, “food just isn’t really important anymore.” I never thought I’d see the day.

Manoeuvre wins the award for Hardest Word To Guess Its Spelling According To Pronunciation.

Hardest Word To Guess Spelling According To Pronunciation wins the award for Longest, Most Convoluted Award Name.

Sneezing fits make you really tired, but prevent you from sleeping.

Cigarettes cure sniffly noses, and beer cures sore throats. (Or soothes it, at least.)

Stalkers should be bobbitted. Unless they’re girls. Then their boobs should be cut off and balanced on their heads so they look like that dude in Little Nicky who had boobs on his head.

This violent streak in me is beginning to be a bit worrisome, but I think it’s pretty justified, in this case.

I need to sleep.

I really don’t like Kylie Kwong and how she cooks. Especially her gross slimey looking shroom-ragout.

How Parents Started Dating makes for very good middle-of-the-night conversations.

I should join Tru Yoga because I cannot look the weird skinny dude in the eye and tell him that I am truly happy with the way I look and because I can’t walk into shops and try on nice clothes. (Will yoga really shorten my toes and give me smaller feet?)

I’m too lazy to bullet, and I’m going to pretend that I don’t know any HTML and that I don’t know how to code for it.

Goodnight.