J’s Diary Entries Wednesday, 26 April, 1995 Spoke to Mum on the phone today, she had some very interesting news. Apparently S is not going to Nan and Pop’s for Christmas. Mum said in definite, emphatic tones, “S and the baby are spending Christmas with you and me, up here at my house.” (as opposed to “down there” at Nana and Pop’s) I think Mum … Continue reading There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.
There aren’t many pictures of J and I as small children. Many house moves, vindictive destruction of photo albums by divorcing parents have meant many are lost forever but I’ve found a few amongst my brothers belongings, they’re grainy and they’re old and they mean the world to me. They cared about us once, enough to take a photo. S Continue reading S & J 1973 – They cared about us once, enough to take a photo.
Monday, 24 April, 1995, 10:33am S, Howdy. It’s a chilly Monday morning, and I feel about seventy. I spent the weekend with Dad up at Nana and Pop’s. It was OK, better than I expected actually. The drive up with Dad on Saturday was torturous though. He tried to put the guilts on me, it went like this; “How long is it since you’ve seen … Continue reading We’re getting the internet at work. I can’t wait. There’s a whole bunch of stuff I wanna check out. Some of it’s even legal.
J’s Diary Entries Thursday 20 April, 1995 (Mum’s Birthday) From what I can gather most people’s lives are linear, they start at one end and finish at the other. I’m beginning to wonder if mine is not spiral in nature. Sometimes I feel like I’m going backwards through already chartered areas. I started in the middle and wound my way out. Then I came to … Continue reading Most people’s lives are linear. I wonder if mine is not spiral in nature.
Wednesday, 12 April, 1995, 11:07AM S, Well excuse me, I’ve just been dusting myself off after falling off my perch. Thanks for the letter, Sis. I feel much better now, knowing that it’s my genes that are to blame for my shocking Magnum ice cream dependency, not my jelly-like will that folds at the merest sniff of that white, Belgian chocolate modestly screening it’s heart … Continue reading I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.
31 March, 1995 Dear J, Well don’t fall off your perch but I have finally put pen to paper to detail my very uninteresting life for you. Truth is, that man who genetically contributed to our beings had a go at me on the phone the other day to say that you had told him how disappointed you are to be continually writing to me … Continue reading Little Brother, I need a live in nanny who is too ugly for my husband to f*$k about with.
Friday, 31 March, 1995 8:43am Dear S, I’m not happy. I just finished my Jean Genet book last night. Now I have nothing to read. It’s absolutely essential for me to have something to read on the tram on the way to and from work. Not for any lofty purpose of improving my mind or anything, it’s just a good way to dodge buying a … Continue reading I’ve always thought the human race would be much better off if we only bred in season, like cats and dogs. It would give it a carnival kind of atmosphere.
Wednesday, 29 March, 1995, 8:37am Howdy S, Did you take notice of the date and time, specifically the time, of this letter. That’s right, I’m in early. We just went off daylight savings, so it’s not really that great a sacrifice. It does fill me with self-righteousness though, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling of moral superiority over my fellow works. “Who, me? Oh yes, … Continue reading I like to think of myself as a sensory deprivation cosmonaut.
J Diary Entry Tuesday, 21 March, 1995 Good day. Woke up early and got in to work early. Worked hard nearly all day. Stayed until 7pm talking to Cav. Talked about all the usual stuff and walked down Collins Street together. Cav explained dual sexuality to me in the context of Tessa (from work). He and I disagree about Tessa in that he thinks she’s … Continue reading We survive not on instinct, but on knowledge.
The XXXXXXXX represents the parts of his diary that my brother has cut out. J’s Diary Entries Friday, 17 March, 1995 Went over the road with Jeremy, Nadia and Quinn to “Klicks” for one dispirited drink before everyone made their way home. It simply isn’t the same without Cav there. It’s a bit embarrassing really that we rely on him so heavily to enjoy ourselves. … Continue reading I feel bad for being so horrible, but I guess I’m just horrible.
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