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.
From: ‘J’ Date: 30 April 2002 02:14AM To: ‘S’ Subject: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons… So I went and saw Nana on the weekend with Dick. Spent Sunday in car with Dick driving up to Lakes Entrance. I caught a train to Traralgon (I like catching trains) where Dick picked me up. Then read my book (“History of the Middle East“, thought it might annoy Dick) … Continue reading Sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons.
From: ‘S’ Date: Thursday, April 04, 2002 12:37AM To: ‘J’ Subject: Did you get my pictures of jewellery for Nana? S From: ‘J’ Date: 04 April 2002 12:10AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Yep – when you gonna send me the money? And stop calling mum Nana, it’s weird, like when husbands and wives call each other Mummy and Daddy cos they’ve got a kid … Continue reading All dreams are weird, that’s why they’re dreams.
From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, 12 March 2002 08:23PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Forget Jenny Craig try Chemo Ok, just about finished the “Hobbit” and have “Journey to the End of the Night” by Louis-Ferdinand Celine sitting there waiting for me, are you impressed or what? God I love Amazon. Dick called last night, God he’s dull and morose – in a please feel sorry for me … Continue reading Cancer seems to agree with Mum. She looks great.
From: ‘S’ Date: Monday, March 11, 2002 08:37PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Depilation Fixation J, in the back of my mind I remember you looking into lasering or tasering your hair off. I want my underarms done. If I recall you had a test patch done or something, was it any good, did it hurt, how long did it take and all that? Let me know. … Continue reading I’m over my depilation fixation.
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