I was going to call this 'The Diary of Princess Dozile' but it sounds stupid and i'm thinking i've probably ripped off the title from a line in Keri's poem about princess xanax, which is a much cooler title than princess valium even tho it's a far filthier drug. This diary is for Kez who tells me it's ok to be banal. Which is good cos i'm completely incapable of poetry or art. Or sex. Which doesn't leave much except drugs. Girls in Harajuku. And killing boys (but only if they're exceptionally pretty) of course.

Anyway, i took 3 dozile last night. dozile is transparent and purple and reminds me of jellyfish.

Slept until 1.30pm and could have slept even more except L woke me up with plans for the sound recording for Love Hotel this weekend. I can't remember what i agreed to except we are meeting at Tropicana at 2pm on saturday and we'll see Run, Lola, Run after the sound stuff.

I dreamt the Aboriginal protest against the invasion by Western Mining into the traditional lands around Lake Eyre had moved from Government House to Victoria Square and many people were gathering there with tents and bright orange blankets. I was with the medicine baby. Someone was blowing a kind of magic breath which was summonsing more people to the protest - i thought this was cool. My mother was a slightly evil witch, as she has been in my non-dream life lately, her latest obsession being that we will all end up in jail cos i'm a slack arsed bitch who hasn't made any work for the past year.

The AOL merger with Time Warner was announced.

Made some attempts to pretend i have a flourishing art career; luckily this doesn't involve much more than sending off a couple of emails to curators who once sent me email mutters about group shows in new york. Big Sister says we have to start making things we can sell. I don't think anyone will be interested in buying my diary.

V phoned me (she is so CUT and i can't tell her but she should have guessed by now by the way i never return her fone calls but she is so tiny and more frail than she seemed when she spiced my friday last spring and i dont want to be an utter cunt but i can't control myself, i'm the way i was with my first boyfriend, mean and cowardly) and it was a kinda fakeshop conversation with a lot left unsaid, but not as bad as it could have been and i invited her to hey homo this friday even tho that is probably a mistake and i will regret it, in fact I already do as i had forgotten i wanted to invite this other girl i slept with a few years ago who i kissed on new years eve and she is dead gorgeous and has a shy pretty boyfriend these days and i'm remembering how much she loved valium and other downers and how beautiful her body is and how she busted a move on me after she invited me to dinner at her house and how she told me she hadnt fucked a girl since she was 14.

Turfboy and my twin locked me in by mistake and i had to eat boiled rice for dinner.

I am bored with my diary.