Dear E.,

Thank you for taking my call when I was this close to bawling my eyes out in public over my stolen cash. You are a lovely boy.

Also, I don't feel so bad now because mum has offered to pay for the dress... heheh. Oh, mothers. Sometimes you love them and sometimes you hate them.
Mum: Why are you sniffling? Are you sick?
Me: No, I'm crying over my stolen cash.
Mum: Are you still crying over that?

Speaking of the dress, it is simply stunning. It's made up of dark matte blue sequins and the cut of the dress is tea-like so it doesn't look trashy at all. Also, I appear to have lost more weight because now I fit an extra small. (http://www.dotti.com.au/shop/en/dotti/clothing/dresses/pretty-sequin-dress) I think I could possibly go down to an xxs because the xs still has more room around my waist... but my boobage won't let me do so.

Also, saw Magic Mike. I thought I had developed quite a tolerance to uh, crudity, but this was crudity to the next level. By the halfway mark, I had seen enough of the male form, thank you very much Messieurs Tatum, Pettyfer and McConaughey. Honestly, I do not want to see another male arse for a very long time. It was honestly like watching porn on the big screen. And while I managed to sit through the entirety of it, I was very close to simply covering my eyes (like I did with Bruno).

I am le tired.