J’s Diary Entry Friday, 26 May 1995 Whooh! Friday night drinks are getting out of control. It started at “Klicks”. I was feeling slightly off-colour after a lunch of quiche and was in two minds about going. I went anyway. Being concerned about the state of my teeth, I drank neat shots of vodka to avoid sugary mixers. A mistake. Because there wasn’t much to them, … Continue reading There’s never a black horse around when you need one.
Friday, 26 May 1995, 10:42am Wow. I’ve just realized how soon you’re going to be having your baby. The proximity of it hit me last night. It’s like seven days away. Wow. I will have to send this today or it wont make it in time. I really hope you’ve decided on a name for it Sis. Call me old fashioned, but I think a … Continue reading My brother, my birthing cheerleader.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 25 May 1995 I really must call Mum and S. I don’t know why I am so reluctant to call. Well, I do really, she’s been away so long now and she hardly ever writes. I don’t really know her anymore. And I worry that her having a child is only going to worsen the problem, make her more alien. God. My … Continue reading My sister is an alien.
Monday, 22 May 1995 1:38pm Dear Sis, Howdy. I thought of you on the tram this morning. A pregnant lady was sitting opposite me, rubbing her belly with this secretive smile. It was a bit creepy to tell you the truth. Then the tram conductor sat diagonally opposite me and started talking to himself as he leafed through the form guide. He didn’t ask for … Continue reading My workmates have about as much sensitivity as a Russian condom.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 22 May 1995 First day at work with new hair do. God, you’d think I was levitating or something, they were so amazed. Even Cav said something from a safe distance. Had a stressful experience in Collins Place today. In the morning I went over for some food and passed Kara, the girl with the green eyes from “Croissant Connection” that … Continue reading Crisis at the Croissant Connection Cafe.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 18 May 1995 I said an awkward hello to Cav in the fax room today. It lifted me for a bit, made me think or rather tacitly hope that things would go back to how they were. I know they wont though. Exile is a little more dignified when it’s self imposed. I’m going to ask Caitlin if I can leave … Continue reading Reincarnation is my greatest fear. That, and the dentist.
J’s Diary Entry Wednesday, 17 May 1995 Actually thought about someone else today. I decided I shouldn’t kill myself until my sister has her baby. I actually didn’t want to stress her at this point. I wonder if anyone suspects how much it is on my mind? I truly hope not, I don’t want their suffocating concern. That’s why I like Simon, he’s such a … Continue reading I decided I shouldn’t kill myself until my sister has her baby.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 16 May 1995 Trying hard to hold it together. My new found optimism is fading badly. Spent another day mired in ill-humour. Christopher Watts rang me at work and invited me to the Builders Arms again. (He cancelled last time). I rushed home, showered, caught a tram back into the City and waited for the No 86 to Bundoora. I waited. … Continue reading My new found optimism is fading badly.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 15 May 1995 Just figured out I was snubbed on Friday night. I was not invited for Friday drinks on purpose. Jeremy blabbed. Well, not really blabbed, but he made it obvious. I was at the printer, and he asked me if I went straight home on Friday. I said yes, and he said something about how he had a few … Continue reading I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.
Friday, 12 May 1995 Howdy S, I’d ask how you are, but I’m too self-absorbed in horror to think of anything but my own suffering. She touched me again, you know, the Ms X that I don’t want to name for fear of litigation. She linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder and quaked with laughter as I vibrated on … Continue reading When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.
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