J’s Diary Entry 20 October 2001 Got wildly drunk with Erin last night. We started at the Public Bar – met Igor and Dee there and a bunch of their friends too. One of them had the cutest puppy – Staffordshire Terrier, 8 weeks old. They let me hold it for hours and I thought I’d cry. Erin and I got so drunk that she … Continue reading Sacred Beer Talk
From: ‘J’ Date: 17 October 2001 05:01PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Have a schizophrenic Christmas. Hey Sis, did I tell you I’m on the committee for planning this year’s work Christmas function? Here are some of my ideas. I don’t think they’re going down very well. People here are strange. At each table, instead of having people’s names on their seat, have characters from your Standard Aussie … Continue reading Christmas will not stop until it has taken over the whole calendar.
J’s Diary Entry 15 October 2001 Only threw up once today, though thought about it two other times. Applied for a week’s holiday and started taking Aropax again. It doesn’t seem to be working too well – still having obsessive thoughts and throwing up. Ate two Milky Bars at work and liberated them 10 minutes later. I’ll be thin, but toothless. Jade is in the … Continue reading Word of the day; Elegy.
The card that J sent with my birthday present, 2001 Continue reading Happy Birthday Piglet
From: ‘J’ Date: 17 July 2001 2:11AM (AUSTRALIAN Time) To: ‘S’ Subject: The Tightest Pants in Bendigo hygienically sealed, of course. The Chronicles of J continue.. Oooh la la! I had a GREAT weekend (don’t get too excited – still dry sheets in the Richmond House of No-Sex). Went to that wedding that I was bitching and moaning about and had a really good time. I … Continue reading We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.
From: ‘J’ Date: 03 May 2001 12:37AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Transvestites and tranquillisers Hey Sis. What’s up? Me, I’m getting out more now that Paige’s moved out. Can’t just sit around and wait to be entertained, goddammit. So I went to Fitzroy on the weekend, watched a sextagenarian transvestite with an ostrich feather in her hair do the mambo to a 60’s cover band whilst … Continue reading I’d like to plop my brain into a fish bowl and place it on a window ledge somewhere.
From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, February 20, 2001 02:26AM To: ‘J’ Subject: HELP!!! What the hell is Nana’s address, I can’t find it any where. Oh God, help me please! Urgent reply needed, don’t ignore this one or I am dead. Ta S From: ‘J’ Date: 20 February 2001 11:52PM To: ‘J’ Subject: RSDXXX, Lakes Entrance Vic 3909 and she’s turning 77. I’m sending a … Continue reading I’ll tell you how busy I am…