WOW that St. Vincent album is reallyreallyreally gorgeous you should all go listen to it NOW. In fact, I’m feeling so enthusiastic about it, that you should all bug me to send you some of the songs when we’re both online. Holy shyte!

Yesterday was grate and chillax. I went down to Holland V to sloth the afternoon away with Rachel. We had hot scones (with the most decadent cream) and Earl Grey tea on the patio at Fosters, and it was raining outside, so it was chilly but we were cosy. I want to spend every day of my life like that. I felt very affirmed and comforted that there exists in this world somebody whose way of thinking is every bit as screwed up and wtf as mine - Rachel, this is probably the biggest compliment I can ever pay someone so please savour it. =D

I have a couple of rolls of film to develop and no money to do so. Life is a joke.

Gee these days I’m just really feeling sedate. Like my life is constantly coloured in the same tone as Sofia Coppola’s The Virgin Suicides.

I saw the commercial for the big thing we’re preparing for at work now on TV earlier, and felt immensely irate. Really, all I want to do is to be able to stay in my room and entertain my useless, random thoughts and drown in my own melancholy, but instead, I am cutting strips of paper, sticking them together, laminating them, and dealing with very rude people on telephone every day.

The 2nd reason, I figure, is probably the fact that Ringo covered Elephant Kashimashi’s Kanashimi no hate (one of my FAVOURRRRRITEST songs EVVVAAAARRR) during the Society of the Citizens live and I WASN’T THERE TO WITNESS IT!

I think a spot of strawberry jam straight up would make this all better.