J’s Diary Entry Wednesday, 10 May 1995 My cold weather zeal has taken hold of me again. I’ve started exercising like I mean it. I haven’t had a “b” for a week (not long, I know, but I feel a difference) and I’m working hard at the book. I didn’t play Tetris once on the computer today, nor did I spend hours writing to my sister. … Continue reading I want to extend my bravado beyond these pages.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 9 May 1995 “For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied. A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: … Continue reading Psychology is not the be-all and end-all.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 8 May 1995 Hey, wanna hear my latest idea? The defeat of hope is the path to freedom. As an idea, it’s probably couched in too grandiose terms, but I’m known for my love of textual pomposity. And poor grammar. Hell, it’s probably an old idea, but it’s new to me in its conciseness. Well I need to go from hope’s … Continue reading The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.
J’s Diary Entry Sunday 7 May, 1995 Spent the day washing clothes and reading. Finished off that Chopper Read book. Almost poignant at the end. I told Leah she could stay another week – she was packing everything up after yesterday’s foul mood. It’s good, I can use the money. I’ve decided to get my licence – for real this time. I have goals in … Continue reading I feel silly, but this is exciting to me – independence!
XXXXXXXXXXXXX Represents the parts of his diary that my brother has delicately cut out. J’s Diary Entries Friday, 5 May, 1995 Went a drinking with Nadia and Cav. From “Klicks” to some pub on the corner of Spring and Bourke Street, where I actually paid my bill. (I didn’t want to distress Cav, he gets so embarrassed if I do a runner.) I drank vodka, lime … Continue reading I turned a corner while in bed this morning.
Thursday, 4 May, 1995 S, We just had to key in Nancy Wake’s entry for “Who the Fuck Cares”. Wow, bit of an awesome resume. I saw a TV program on her once, she was pretty wild in the French Resistance. You know she executed a female Nazi prisoner. I wonder if she got the taste for blood, she seemed pretty enthusiastic about the execution … Continue reading If I feel the need to flee, I’ll start acting appallingly. Maybe I should make myself a menu of atrocities to commit, in case I go blank at a critical moment.
Tuesday, 2 May, 1995 S, How’s the incubation coming along? Have you been taking measurements of your mighty girth? You really ought to you know, it’s the sort of thing you can use against the bairn when it acts up – “You know my stomach was bloated to one hundred inches because of you!! You’ve ruined my life! Get back in the cupboard you LIFE … Continue reading Guess What?! Someone unseen, someone possibly very sexy, on this day, might have found my bum fondle-worthy!
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 30 April, 1995 It’s mid morning (10.30am) and Leah and Aidan are still in bed. I hope they’re just sleeping – thank God I never hear them doing it. I wonder if they makes jokes about me rattling around this house like an old maid with nothing better to do than spoil young people’s love-making. I feel like cleaning today. Maybe … Continue reading Cleaning can only be done incrementally. It would be an offence to all that long-standing mess to just heave it all out in one go.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 29 April, 1995 Fended off Leah’s entreaties to help her shift this morning. Felt glad I didn’t cave in. Walked down to video shop with Aidan and stopped in a sad, neglected little comic shop on the way. Rented a crap movie at my insistence and had a “b” to help me sit through it. God awful film, “Deep Red”. Ate too … Continue reading My young life is so dull that I find two random daffodils exciting.
J’s Diary Entry Friday, 28 April 1995 Oh God what a dreadful evening this has turned out to be. I went drinking with work folk minus Cav (who has flown to Sydney for the weekend). Simon came and I was pleased he did, he was in good, bitchy form – slagging off everyone. Nadia and her boyfriend came. I was flirting a little with Nadia, … Continue reading It’s sad and it’s childish but all I wanted was to be loved tonight. I wanted someone to kiss my neck, put their arms around my waist.
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