I love mulatto girls. There's that inner turmoil about which side they roll with--the light side or the dark side. She tries to keep it in the middle, but when you mix your vanilla ice cream with with chocolate, well, you get chocolate, and chocolate presents many difficulties. What's even more odd is she yakks up vanilla--a total dichotomy and identity crisis, but the self loathing is what we love. She took a dp, had a yakk fit that freaked us out, swallowed yellow discipline, and took 3 creamy white loads. I'm sure she's even more torn up inside, both mentally and physically, but meh--let her mostly peacefully protest.