From: J Date: 19 August 2002 11:47 To: S Subject: Now what do I do here. Sorry, I got cut off yesterday. So I’ll keep blathering on about myself. My job is going great. I’ve got the backlog down to a week and hope to get it back to 3 days by next week and I’m gradually finding my way around Toorak for lunch breaks. … Continue reading I am a capitalist stooge.
From: S Date: 20 August 2002 05:30 To: J Subject: J I didn’t give Mum the letter I was just too too scared, really I am. But I do want to mail it. Oh fuck it, I don’t know what to do. I sent a tentative letter to Aunty Tia asking how she found mum when she was up there recently and I scantily touched on … Continue reading I just don’t believe that the hair in one’s ears should exceed in length the hair on one’s head.
From: S Date: 16 August 2002 11:23 AM To: J Subject: Hi Babe, Mum got off last night all ok. God the guilt I feel, how is it at the age of 33 our parents can still mind fuck me. Mum’s sport it would seem is to mess with my psychological state. I miss her when I don’t see her but am decimated by her … Continue reading But I’m just a cold fish.
In July 2002 Mum flew to the UK to spend time with us. Brady had just turned 7 and Ola was 2 years and 4 months old. It was a fraught and emotional visit. Mum has slid into what seemed like a deep, nasty hole, she was so angry, bitter, visceral. My mother has never been a kind, gentle, hugs and kisses type of person, … Continue reading I love you but I don’t like you.
From: J Date: 24 July 2002 12:58 AM To: S Subject: Be wary Sis, this is a controversial illness. Some people don’t really think it’s an illness in and of itself, more a label to slap on people who have more than one problem or who don’t slot in easily to another diagnosis. They’ll wanna stuff you with drugs and you need to be careful … Continue reading So often a diagnosis becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy
From: J Date: 14 June 2002 06:26AM To: S Subject: Big Week. Hey Sis, I tried to call last night but it went to voice-mail. I dunno if Mum’s been in touch with you but I told her I was a pansy yesterday morning. Told her in the car as she was dropping me off at the station the morning after Nana’s funeral. I … Continue reading We buried Nana and then I came out.
From: ‘J’ Date: 20 May 2002 05:30AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Bad Party…Bad TV…and Bad Religion Hey Sis. How was your weekend? Mine was alright. Went to IT guy from work’s 30th birthday dinner on Saturday night in St Kilda. Since his parents are winey (they have a vineyard and all) there was free wine, four varieties. I thought “You rippa – bring on the dancing … Continue reading Bad Parties, Bad TV and Bad Religion.
From: ‘J’ Date: 14 May 2002 02:19AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Adulthood looms on the horizon. Hey Sis, Jade (my housemate and top chum) is looking at buying a house and she wants to go thirds with me and someone else. Do you think I should? It’s the only way I’ll ever be able to afford to buy a house that isn’t in the fucking sticks … Continue reading I’m gay, I could not possibly live in the burbs.
From: ‘S’ Date: Friday, May 10, 2002 10:50PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Hey? You must of heard of these, everyone thinks I am a freak knowing shit like this. http://www.theatlantic.com/issues/2000/12/elliott.htm http://www.rense.com/politics6/hand.htm From: ‘J’ Date: 13 May 2002 02:26AM To: ‘J’ Subject: Re: Hey? Nah, don’t feel bad, I’ve known about devotees for years. I even met someone once who cut off their pinky. She said … Continue reading I’m a gracious vanguard of sensitivity. Not.
From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, April 30, 2002 06:20PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Re: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons So tell me, what the hell was this disturbing graffiti I’m dying to know? And by the way I could care less who you sleep with my darling brother, it’s no one’s business who anyone sleeps with unless it’s children or animals of course. I love you. … Continue reading The most disturbing graffiti I’ve ever seen.
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