Things I enjoy more than walking through Cottesloe early Sunday morning still dressed in a slutty black dress and heels from the night before:

1. Cleaning my cat's litter tray.

2. Twice.

3. Watching Grey's Anatomy.

4. Making small talk with some freak in the line for the ATM at the Brisbane who thinks it's okay to touch me under the masquerade of touching my shirt. Dude, that hasn't worked since that episode of Seinfeld. And kind of not even then.