From: J Sent: 19 December 2003 05:04 To: S Subject: I am going on holidays from today. …so no more spam from me for a bit. I won’t be back at work until 20 Jan. Well, I have to go and run all the way home with my pants on my head. Bali here I come. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! J —–Original Message —– From: J Sent: … Continue reading Pants on head time.
From: J Sent: 04 November 2003 02:33 To: S Subject: It’s Melbourne Cup today. 28° and not a cloud in the sky. Except for the skywriting ” CAB 55″, whatever that means. Thinkin’ of ya Sis. J About Dead Man’s Diaries Continue reading Skywriting
8 Oct 2003 – INSTANT MESSENGER “MINK” CONVERSATION BETWEEN J & S. S: Hello baby, I’m back, finally got my email/instant messenger sorted out. J: Ah good, some QUALITY spam of mine was bounced back to me. Devastating! S: A question – Is it bad to want a mink? J: An answer – YES. S: Why? J: You sad old tart – what the fuck do you wanna … Continue reading Please pass the turkey to the vegetarian homosexual and his mink wearing sister.
From: J Sent: 08 September 2003 15:03 To: S Subject: I have a video phone! PIC000005.jpg Happy Birfday, ya old goat! (I sent this from my phone, are you impressed?) It only cost me 900 DOLLARS! Love ya Continue reading Ya old goat!
S Diary Entry 2 September 2003 My mother said she didn’t do anything, achieve anything because she had us kids to look after and hold her back. Do I use my children as a mental stumbling block, an excuse. Mother’s don’t achieve things because they should be too busy taking care of their children’s needs so that their children can go out and achieve great … Continue reading Am I a bad mother?
This is a short story J had published in The Melbourne Times Issue 23, Wednesday, June 18, 2003. He wrote it under the name Travis Parton – he explains why he used this pseudonym here. It’s a done deal By TRAVIS PARTON “DEAL again?” I click “no” and close the solitaire program. I cast my eye around the office in despair. My application for leave … Continue reading J gets published, sort of.
J’s Diary Entry 26 May 2003 Jesus Christ, I really didn’t know I could get so miserable. Have started seeing a shrink again. He’s put me on Citalopram. I started at 20mg a day but am on 30mg now. He wants me to go up to 40 or 60mg. Is kind of scary – side effects are bad. Anxiety, nausea and trembling. Does distract me … Continue reading On the wagon, off the wagon, burn the bloody wagon.
This is a short story written by J the header read: C:\Documents and Settings\jms\My Documents\That nice man.doc Last saved: 15/4/2003 8:33AM It’s Sunday and I’m in a cinema, watching Steve Martin’s latest japes and frolics in Bringing Down the House through my somewhat scratched and dirty glasses, I’m thinking This film is pretty damn average, when I hear a weird noise, like water splashing … Continue reading Some people bring down the house, others bring up their lunch.
J’s Diary Entry 13 April 2003 God, has been ages since I wrote in here. OK, will resort to point form: have been interviewing potential housemates, am in line for a $1,200 bonus from work Jade has quit her job and appears to be on the verge of a depressive breakdown; and got my short story published in Melbourne Times I think that’s all the … Continue reading I think I like being out of debt for a change.
J’s Diary Entry 27 March 2003 Desire to live not increasing. Am spending more and more time at the cinema. Saw “Cradle to the Grave” tonight. There were plenty of people killed for graves but nothing about cradles in there as far as I could tell. It was a chop-sockey shoot ’em up, and quite good as far as that goes. Still very depressed. Thought … Continue reading Hop-scotching through sheep carcasses.