Despite having a comments and rating page, some people seem to be a little bamboozled about how commenting works. Essentially, when you comment, you're just sending me a cutesy email - I read every comment privately before deciding to publish. I will generally publish anything that doesn't contain private information or is offensive. Because I'm always at my computer and I always have my inbox on tab, I can pretty much guarantee that your comment will be published within 24 hours.
Putting People on a Pedestal
I htink I could say that I am just a little guilty of putting people on a pedestal and idealizing them a little. So when I say that sometimes I feel like I'm in two different relationships with two different people, sometimes you have to add another relationship/person to the equation - who they are in place A, who they are in place B, and who you think/thought they are. I normally get over it. But it's pretty fucking weird.
People Who Have Better Technology Than Me
Whenever I reformat my blog (which I haven't done in a long time...) it never occurs to me that people sometimes view my blog on, well, non-traditional technology. I have, actually, seen my blog on my phone before - I wasted about $20 credit staring at my blog on a prehistoric brick of a phone for about 30 seconds. I will look at how my blog looks on smartphones and such soon...also, I haven't really got that archiving thing sorted yet. Sorry.
I've always had poker-straight, jet-black Asian hair. Yeah, it's glossy and silky and blah blah, but I believe that hair is the strongest proof that there is a massive epidemic of discontent amongst teenage girls. I, for one, think my hair is a pain in the ass; it's not the no-poo, that is fiddly but enormous fun - my hair has to be washed every day, or I look like a homeless person. I truly envy people who only seem to wash their hair when they're 'in the mood'. And even though I am completely immune to the mystical powers of caffeine, my hair was a bit of a coffee fiend, and now I'm paying the price for quitting cold turkey. My hair doesn't hold curl. I've always wanted curly hair - typical, eh? The girl who's constantly asked whether she straightens her hair (I don't, by the way, I don't see the point) wants fluffy curls. I curled my hair for the ball and I quite literally fried it. So there you go. Even people with the 'nice hair' have hair hang ups.