I left them at the breakfast table bitching about the fact that the cast of "Secret Life of Us" are thirty-somethings, but act like they want to be uni students. They just indulge in random shit and don't take responsibility and basically, haven't grown up.

I finish my cornflakes, and think of my American friend who just broke up with her boyfriend because they want different things for the future. She wants a stable home, he wants to travel, so even though they love each other and have been together for years, they've decided it's not going to work, and they should move on. Which just hit me as such an amazingly grown-up reason for ending a relationship that it renders me speechless.

I don't want to grow up. I don't want to get staid and boring and responsible and no random fun any more. I want to continue to indulge in random shit. Not because I fear responsibility or anything, but because I fear - fear with a riveting paranoia - mundanity.

That is all. Have a nice day.