J’s Diary Entry 9 January 2003 9.30am – I just realised something about all my New Year’s Resolutions – I’m in one of my disciplined phases. I’m eating well, exercising, concerned about work, being sociable, active. This always make it easier to stick to things, but… what about when it’s over? What will I do when the ennui comes back, with it’s sidekick, Lazybones? How … Continue reading How typical of me to be looking for maggots in the banquet.
J’s Diary Entry 8 January 2003 Spent a leisurely morning reading my Nicola Barker novel in the lounge room until The Turkey showed up and I was forced out the door, on the run from his banal anecdotes and body stench (I swear he has shit in his pants today). Went in search of fabric for a wall hanging I want to make. Tried all … Continue reading I bought a lottery ticket today – always a reliable barometer of personal despair and desperation.
J’s Diary Entry 7 January 2003 Well, after last night’s contretemps with “The Turkey” I sure wasn’t hanging around to chat. I fled the house at 9.00am. Sat in the shade in Treasury Gardens and read my Micky Spillane novel (it’s crap) and gave some creepy chatty old guy the cold shoulder. Saw “Mainly Martha” at the Kino Cinema which reignited my enthusiasm to learn German … Continue reading She was quite attractive except for two missing teeth.
J’s Diary Entry 6 January 2003 After another day, chasing myself around the inner suburbs watching films, I came home, then ran out again (to Bunnings, for more, ever more DIY supplies). I arrived home late-ish. Jade was here, cooking a chicken stir fry. Ian The Turkey was in his room, as always. Jade and I went out after dinner to ‘Grandma Funks’ (UGH! That … Continue reading Shut your mouth you Goddamn rent dodging, rice eating turkey.
J’s Diary Entry 5 January 2003 Slow day, summery lazy. Got up late and was going over to Eli’s new place in Abbotsford when he called to say that he’d stuffed up his shifts and had to be at work. (He’s working at a hospital down in Frankston doing security – he has great stories!) So Jade and I decided to got out anyway and … Continue reading Quelle horreur!
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 4 January 2003 Spent the day lazing around, mainly. Monica left early, after getting me all excited with a spur of the moment plan to fly to Tasmania for 4 days. By the time she got home, (she broke in, still no luck finding her keys) she was too tired. Zara called some time in the afternoon, inviting me out to … Continue reading Yes I’m embarrassing myself, but there’s no one left to be embarrassed in front of.
J’s Diary Entry 17 December 2001 Another day wasted in front of the PlayStation. God I hate holidays – I just don’t know what to do with myself. It’s beautiful weather but all I want to do is sit inside a dark room and drink beer. Good God, I’ve drunk so much beer this last fortnight. I must have gained three kilos. Can’t bring myself … Continue reading I’m drinking myself into both a stupor and a larger pants size.
J’s Diary Entry 16 November 2001 Well! What excitement! Dull day at work. Got home with an armful of junk food, five videos and a strong dose of misanthropy. Jade begged me to go out to seek drinks with her but I steadfastly refused. Then Paige asked me to go for a bike ride with her (it was a beautiful evening), again I stuck to … Continue reading Mum’s Cancer = get out of stuff ya don’t wanna do.
J’s Diary Entry 13 November 2001 I have a feeling of profound dissatisfaction with my life tonight. Bored out of my brains Wouldn’t mind drawing but no one will pose for photographs for me anymore. Have eaten a proper dinner plus a large bag of chips and a box of BBQ Shapes. Am getting fat – Heaven’s only knows why! – and hardly even seem … Continue reading I’m a salad dodger.
J’s Diary Entry 7 November 2001 Lousy day – felt nervous at work, waiting for the kick for that mailing I fucked up. Couldn’t even check Seek.com for jobs cos they’re monitoring the internet usage now. Got lots of work done, even if I do feel like the village idiot. I got that awful feeling today that I was profoundly unsuited to my job. To … Continue reading I want something from someone that can’t be articulated.