Hmm. Meow has gone back to the dark recesses from which she spawned. My hair is cut. I have bangs now. I like the bangs but I'm not to sure about the rest. C'est la vie. Spencer continues to correct every single mistake I make when I speak French. I wrote him a letter. If he sends it back with red marks all over I fear I might have to choke a bitch. And by bitch I mean 6'5" mormon. I love the kid but MAN. My hair smells really good. Flirted with friend at chinese restaurant where he works. Only problem about location is that his crazy co-workers and superiors seem to think we are getting married or something. They have no end of 'advice' for him, all in Cantonese. This sounds horrible but they have a meal called HAPPY FAMILY. I asked him about it, he said it was because it had all sorts of meat in it. I'm thinking they should change the name. Happy family of what? Cats? Yeah. He's fun. And isn't insane like the last Chinese guy I dated. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here.