En Ida i Kina

He´s a she.

And we´re all like, ”Huh. Who would´ve thunk..?”

This is gonna be one sexually confused bunny.

Whenever he  calls out for our big male ginger rabbit he beckons, in a sweet sweet voice, for someone called ”Baby Doll”. I do admit he spends a lot more ”private time” with the bunny than me since I´m gone most off the day, but still… ”Baby Doll”?

All I ever get is ”Retard”. Humpf.

He´s 7 years younger than me which means that he was born the same year I lost my first milk tooth, started first grade and said my first A, B, Cs. At first I thought it was a little weird but now I´ve realized it doesn´t really make any diffrence anyway, it´s all just stupid numbers in the end.

..Did I hear anyone say Mrs Robinson..? Who said that?! WHO!!?

Sweet Baby Jesus. I forgot my super-tall black Gucci heels in the back of a taxi and didn´t get the taxi recipt. There are currently between 600.000 and 700.000 taxis in Beijing and all I want to do is cry.

So not fair.