Tonight, as part of my retail therapy for having handed in an essay today, I found a skirt so mind-bogglingly short, that even when resting so low on my hips it was barely within cooee of my waist, it was still anime-indecent around the posterior.

I did not buy it, but did giggle a great deal.

I did, however, buy an entire skincare beauty regime thing. I feel sullied, and girly. I have moisturiser. I have fucking toner.

I also have half-black hair. The back half, mostly. Long bits in front have remained 'natural'. Will eventually get redded. Probably. Maybe. My hair is a constantly changing evolution towards perfection. Or at least, I like to think so. If Charles Darwin had been a hairdresser, he'd know how I feel.