If you do one thing before you die, get really drunk and play Rockband with a bunch of crazy Hollywood Hills kids. Shoot some Jager then fire up the X-Box, and give Shirley Manson a run for her ridiculously sexy money. I swear, you won't regret a fucking thing. And I totally owned my babydaddy (David Bowie), NIN and Courtney Love too, for the record. I should be a rockstar.

There is hockey on and I have no idea what's going on. Attractive men keep punching each other... I could learn to enjoy this.

I am homeless and trying to choose a new neighbourhood. Glendale, Brentwood, or Venice? Honestly, there are thousands of neighbourhoods in LA and I am having trouble narrowing it down, those three just popped up. I've moved out of my place in Castellammare and am kind of thinking of actually getting a house instead of just an apartment... I don't know why I feel like settling suddenly, but California makes me happy. Anyway, I have no idea where to look and I am going to make Alfie come apartment/house shopping with me, he is much better at making decisions than I am and we are going to need somewhere to stay while he's here. Also I want him to come furniture shopping with me because he has amazing taste in everything. Why is he single? He is like the perfect man.

Here is my dirty laundry: I'm proud of you for finally standing up to my bullshit, but it hurts more than I'd expected. Now I know how emptiness feels and now I know what it means to be entirely alone. Now I have no one to blame but myself - but we're all better off that way anyway. I know it's not enough, but I'm sorry. Don't forgive me, just know that I really am sorry. And I really do love you.

Finally, Jaeda Calviston is a smokin hot babe, and also a very sweet person. It doesn't happen much, and I am going to set her up with my little brother if it's the last thing I do. That is all for today.