My God she’s gorgeous! She’s so lovely I can’t believe it. I really am dippy about her.

Friday, 6 Feb 1998 Sludged through the day ’til 5pm. Went to a decimated work drinks.  So many people have been pushed out of work or left of their own accord that there was barely 10 people there.  Louise and I left about 6pm and drifted down to David Jones where I bought some kitchenware.  We had a drink at Le Monde and then walked … Continue reading My God she’s gorgeous! She’s so lovely I can’t believe it. I really am dippy about her.

In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

Thursday, 29 Jan 1998 Arrived home from UK. Got to Melbourne at 9pm. Glad to be home.  Just a little anxious about things though, not sure why, just a general fear of “being caught out”. Caught out at what, I’m not sure. Dick* picked me up from the airport (J refers to our father by his first name).   Saturday, 31 Jan 1998 Louise came … Continue reading In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him.  I wish I could go too.  I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have.  He gets all excited just like a kid.  I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.

I wish I could be happy with less.

J’s Diary Entry Friday, 15 September 1995 I was walking down Puckle Street, looking at couples strolling as I strode (only single people stride) and thought “How come they can manage it and I can’t? and then I got depressed, then realised that getting depressed so quickly is the reason I can’t manage what they can, which was depressing in itself.  It’s weird, Dad said … Continue reading I wish I could be happy with less.

I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, too plain, too sedentary.

J has cut out and completely removed three quarters of this page – all that remains is what he wrote at the bottom which follows. J’s Diary Entry  – Tuesday, 25 July 1995 Cav’s going to Canberra for a job interview tomorrow.  He’ll get the job, and he’ll leave (me) and go on to a fabulous life, never looking back.  I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, … Continue reading I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, too plain, too sedentary.

Nice chatting to you Sis.

XXXX represents the parts of his diaries that J has cut out and destroyed.   J’s Diary Entry Friday, 21 July 1995 S rang tonight, she was after the phone number of a florist in “Poo Town”.  I heard Brady crying in the background.  It was a nice chat, I got inordinately excited, I wonder if Leah noticed, and if so, what she thought of it. … Continue reading Nice chatting to you Sis.

I have succumbed entirely to this remote-activated romance. What can I say? I want to be loved.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 17 July 1995 Had an odd sort of day, full of ups and downs. I woke early and got to Collins Place at 8:30am, so I had time to leisurely drink my cappuccino and read the Herald-Sun. Was in a good mood, working solidly until Caitlin came in and enlightened Simon and I with the news that all Company Secretaries of … Continue reading I have succumbed entirely to this remote-activated romance. What can I say? I want to be loved.