#!: The teenager who lives in my house told me that she thought I was so quick witted that I should be a writer. She said I would read my diary, if I published it.

Still got it, baby. Office job < artistic integrity.

#@: I've elected some favourite suicidegirls; I thought after five years it was probably time. I chose the women I've chosen because I think they are exemplary, brilliant, inspirational. Women who I take as my role models. While I didn't choose them for their looks, it goes without saying that each of them is distracting to look at.

I appreciate that taking SG seriously is so two thousand and five. This entire excercise, whilst honest, genuine and forthright, is also part of an ongoing ploy to trick people into kissing me.

##: The girls I work with think I'm stright. They think this because they exist in a heteronormative bubble. So far I've dodged the issue, which is trivially easy, because I don't have a coherent policy on being out at work. Despite the fact that the public service is dominated by a lesbian mafia.

I don't know how I feel about this.

#$: This was an entry of very little substance. I'm refering you to Swiss Miss, and pretending this entry had cultural significance.