Wednesday

Today Kaity told me that she wished for a nice Christian boy for me, to "really treat you right."

My goysche mum crosses her fingers for one of the Chosen People.

My Catholic best friend tells me he considers himself "chosen," and that he's nerdy and circumcised.

I spent the afternoon getting "kitty kisses," which, unbelievably, must be said in that baby tone, no exceptions, from Wotan.