Light New York Cheesecake 8 points (plus apology)

Dear Light New York Cheesecake from Week 4, I am sorry. Call me Perez Hilton. I was immature. I shouldn't have taken my poorly timed baking out on you. It's not your fault I puked cheesecake. I took said cheesecake to Harajuku Mommy's house a few days after making it. I told them not to feel obligated about eating it, since I was sure it was terrible. They ate it. The whole thing. Every bite. In under 12 hours. They claim it is the best cheesecake they have ever eaten and that it is no way detectably light. So, once again, I'm sorry Light New York Cheesecake. Rumor has it you're pretty awesome. Love, Liz

The Blob

Yesterday I was watching The Harajuku Girls and when the Harajuku Mommy came to get them, she touched up the hot pink stripes in my hair. Sweet. Except it was almost dinner time, and I really didn't want to go wash my hair. You KNOW how I hate to wash my hair. So 3 hours later, I rinsed it out. I no longer have pink stripes. I have a pink blob. Oh yeah. I have a fancy wedding today at 5:30pm. Why am I so stupid?

**UPDATE**

Don't worry kids. Hair+fancy wedding crisis averted. Sissy and I went to do the make-up for Sissy's friend, Bridezilla, and it turns out we aren't going to this Shit Show after all.

p.s. Thank you for loaning me the lilac dream dress anyway, Miss Mississippi. You are a dream. I may still find a way to wear it because it is so divine.