DEAR · DIARY

i would like to be friends if you like large eybrows and see through clothes too.

p.s. if you want to be friends please leave your name.
or a photo. or a drawing.
preferrably all three.

okay, im officially obsessed with fifties dresses.
ive been on ebay, double checking newly listed items about 100 times a day.

i got this one in the mail today, anmd its not in pristine condition, but i got it for a sweet little price.

where do you think are the best places on the internet to buy fifties/vintage dresses?
(yes,ive looked on ebay and etsy too, but maybe you know of particular stores or websites?)

( new brooches )

ive discovered embroidery. i wrote twin peaks in blue thread on my bag.
and pink drinks make my nerves go away! i wish you could have that kinda stuff for breakfast.

it weird how things come back around to you. (hi.)
just all these silly thoughts. id like to be shirley temple. id like to be marilyn monroe.
they are living in hungry jacks altogether. james dean, too. together in burger fried heaven.

and 2. finally, ive been let into the world of twin peaks. ive got a crush on the secret agent and audrey too, with her fred astaire shoes.

nicky and i had a picnic in my bedroom.
with fruit tingles and cider and croissants.
we went to actually have a picnic but it rained on us instead and the teapot shop was closed too.

oh, and im always falling in love with shadows.
well, boys who have shadows who i dont really know. who i never get to know.
such a silly brain.
so many letters to send.


who are you, my diary?
do you remember that book about murgatroyd, and he would never wash his hair, so it all grew into a forest menagerie?

tomorrow morning i will wake up at 5am to catch the bus to university. in the dark.
i get to see the ocean in the dark and thats superb. i get to be really cold and sit on the metal bus seat and keep the coins in my hand even though the bus wont arrive for another ten minutes. you should see the buses round here. its like experiencing a freakshow carnival. and you have to pay!

i feel like singing. i feel like sewing extraordinary ruffled creations. i want to be mozart, anne frank, charles dickens. i just cant draw. there are faces in my head that are just so blurry and so i sit on my bed, cross legged, and try to let them happen, but its not working. pressure pressure pressure.

and the good people in my life make me so happy. i feel so spoilt to have such amazing friends. (alien club. hallo.)

matt haber did the illustrations, and they are divine! he does lots of carnival folk and mystery dollhouse paintings. dreamy! Teeth Lost, Hearts Won, (the album) is gorgeous too. milk eyes and burn bridges have got a little place in my heart.
my writing is all over the place this morning. ah. im just happy. i love the grates.(i wish they were my best friends.)

oh, p.s. im making more bleeding knees club bags, so im taking orders.

( a little bit embarrassing, and a little bit lovely. )