1:52 p.m. Amanda has just come by to see me. She's gained some weight; her hair has gone back to her natural brown colour, she put some blonde streaks into it. When I saw her I kissed her; she seemed surprised. We chatted about the movie Ken Park and then she kissed me again, before leaving. Her perfume fills my nostrils.

She tells me that she's been accepted into the Cordon Bleu, in Paris; she's leaving by the end of next month.

Nothing much else to report. Valerie threatens to move again to LA. She does this so often I don't know why I even bother to note it down.

I just feel so enervated.

the Funny Show

agriculture poem

my life in the ghost of Bush

time-lapsed (part 1)

unreconciled

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