FAX FROM MUM TO S AUG 1995 Dear S, So sorry to hear you are back in hospital yet again, but best to get it cleared up. June from work said that her specialist told her to take B6 100mgs for breast problems and better still if it is a Vitamin B Complex. Look after yourself and do exactly what they tell you to do. … Continue reading Oh Mum, it’s gonna take a lot more than some Vitamin B to sort this out.
Tuesday, 8 August 1995 1:27pm Wheeeeeeeeee. I’m feeling all light-headed from champagne, courtesy of Cav. He and his Dad, Jeremy and I just downed a bottle in the tea room. Some cafe gave it to Cav at Christmas for being a regular customer. It was nice, I’m no champagne connoisseur, but it was light and tangy. It’s Cav’s farewell proper tonight. Drinks at “Klicks” then … Continue reading I’m planning, conniving, choreographing a delicately balanced ballet of politics, greed and manipulation. I’m trying to get a pay rise you see.
Monday, 7 August 1995 10:32am Hey Sis, new week, riding it in a good mood, it’s lasted all day so far. It’s lasted the weekend as a matter of fact. Friday night was drinks at “Klicks”, the first under the new non-smoking rule. The place was nearly deserted. I didn’t mind, it’s not like I ever socialize with any of the tower-block automatons anyway, just … Continue reading Drunken shenanigans and shining, blinding, beautiful optimism.
Tuesday, 1 August 1995 12:03pm S, I did write half a letter yesterday, but the computer froze and I lost it all. Damn frustrating you know. I guess I’ll start by recounting the weekend. Friday night there was going-away drinks for Keely, our longest-serving editor. She had been here five years, which is only one up on me incidentally. We went to “Klicks” and sprawled … Continue reading I have to laugh at so many crap jokes in the course of my day, just to stroke the egos of others. I could sigh my insides out.
FAX FROM MUM TO S 2:20pm 31ST JULY 1995 Dear S, Thank you for the beautiful flowers – hot pink roses and irises. You really are a naughty girl to do that, but they are absolutely beautiful. I am sitting here looking at my beautiful granddaughter, I have put her photo in a frame below my computer screen. I guess she is still talking about … Continue reading When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?
What’s this all about? Continue reading Movies and Books make my brother happy.
Wednesday, 26 July 1995 9:11am Howdy S, Another day. Woke up late, no time to make my lunch. Crept into my clothes, sleep unfurling smokily from my back as the tram sped me down Flemington Road. And now here I am again, at this desk, blank as a soldier. What difference does any of it make anyhow? We’re all of us just big old sacks … Continue reading If everything is pointless, why not do anything, absolutely anything?
J has cut out and completely removed three quarters of this page – all that remains is what he wrote at the bottom which follows. J’s Diary Entry – Tuesday, 25 July 1995 Cav’s going to Canberra for a job interview tomorrow. He’ll get the job, and he’ll leave (me) and go on to a fabulous life, never looking back. I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, … Continue reading I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, too plain, too sedentary.
Tuesday, 25 July 1997 9:11am S, Well you know I’m in a better mood this morning missy. I’se be ridin’ that caffeine wave of goodness, surgin’ up and carryin’ me forth inta the day. Yessa. Sorry, can’t help writing in South Carolina-speak, I’m in a good mood, and I’ve been reading the second story in that Kerouac book I bought. It’s called “Pic” and it’s … Continue reading My backup plan: become a surfer-bum, cruising the coast with a car-full of defactoes and kids on welfare or perhaps start a pirate whaling operation off the coast of Indonesia.
Monday, 24 July 1995 11:19am S, Christ, I’ve got to get out of here Sis. I’ve got to leave work. I’m so sick of it here, I’m at the point where every little daily injustice outrages me to the point where I feel like my moral soul is being massaged by a cheese grater. I can’t fucking stand it anymore. If I had a job … Continue reading I’ve been living in dreamland Sis, and now I wake to find the hound of reality with its jaws planted firmly in the wobbily expanse of my ass.
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