Strive, boy.

Had phone interview with lovely, lovely American lady about the working after the graduating. However, I am not talking about it, because I have been informed TWICE TODAY that 'my applications are of the highest standardbutduetothenumberofapplicants'. In the Diesel shop on King Street they sell this little anthology made up of rejection letters, which has a certain heart-breaking, life-affirming tint to it. Quite like this Flaming Lips album (what is this? are you some kind of hypnotist??).

Best thing today: drinking hard liquor in a converted church. Steaming and blaspheming.

I feel younger than everyone else who's my age. I have a friend who's a doctor. A doctor! How, and when?! Was my back turned when responsibility and maturity were doled out? I wouldn't have the faintest bloody idea.

Oh, well.

do you realize??

Also, Kate Winslet on the front of GQ this month looks exactly like my sister.