Category: Letters from J

1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I went downstairs and vomited petite as a cat in the bathroom. I’m getting too old for this.

Friday, 20 December 1996 Howdy S, You, know, I just realized that I’ve not relayed to you the sad news of the demise of one of the most dynamic partnerships since Hitler and Goebbels – Bev and I are splitsville.  Bev’s working on DAA now.  And I’ve finally got Neda into my clutches, she will assist me with “Who the Fuck Cares”, oh and Jeremy has … Continue reading I went downstairs and vomited petite as a cat in the bathroom. I’m getting too old for this.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

And for your social discomfort – a typical lunch date with our Father.

Wednesday, 18 December 1996 Hey Sis, Dad asked me the other day if I had any plans for Christmas.  I blinked quickly (like stuttering with your eyes) and said No.  He nodded slowly and kept eating his sandwich,  He didn’t invite me to Nana’s thankfully.  I guess he can’t because it’s now established that the Slag goes with him, and he doesn’t want to hear me … Continue reading And for your social discomfort – a typical lunch date with our Father.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.

Friday, 13 December 1996 S, I spent this morning at the dentist.  Geez, terror really takes it out of you, eh?  I’m exhausted I really am, I could drop off to sleep right on my desk here.  Well, I could have twenty minutes ago before my coffee.  I shared a brew (lerrrve that coffee lingo) with Crystal. She does a Marketing Newsletter.  I never even … Continue reading The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.

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1996, Letters from J, Not Sent/Received

Before Hipsters were Hipsters.

Found amongst J’s correspondence. He has typed it on his typewriter.  I’m not sure if it is a Diary entry or if it was meant to be a letter, to me or someone else.  I know I never received it.  Think this may belong in the UNSENT file.   What:  Paige’s Party When:  Friday, 18 October 1996 Who was there:  Me, Tariq, Simon, Jeremy, Lisa, Darren, … Continue reading Before Hipsters were Hipsters.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Not Sent/Received

I have an utter loathing of obligation.

This letter was written to me by J but never sent. It is 2 typed A4 pages with handwritten notes, scribbles and corrections all over it.  It makes me wonder if he rough drafted and proofed every letter before he sent it to me. On the back of  the last page are his handwritten notes. If only he had sent it. Would I have done … Continue reading I have an utter loathing of obligation.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Shut up, your bared souls are boring me.

Sunday, 15 September 1996  1:37pm In on a Sunday Sis, all by myself.  Just downed a vegetable roll from the health food shop over the road.  You can tell it’s a health food shop ‘coz of the overpriced row of vitamins down the back.  They also hand-write all the price tags to give it a “homey” feel. Friday drinks was a bit dull.  I really … Continue reading Shut up, your bared souls are boring me.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I think there are two types of people, Fossils and Renewables, bear with me here.

Friday, 13 September 1996  3:48pm S, I just had to write something on Friday the thirteenth.  Just what I’m going to write, I’m not too sure.  Ho hum. Well, I could go over my personality metaphor that I came up with the other day.  It’s not very good, so bear with me. I reckon there are two types of people,  When I say that, I … Continue reading I think there are two types of people, Fossils and Renewables, bear with me here.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.

Thursday, 12 September 1996  5:03pm Hi S, It’s after five.  I’m in a proofing coma.  I’ve proof-read absolutely stacks today.  And I’ve drunk far too much coffee.  You know how you get that skittish sort of feeling in your legs, and you can feel all the muscles in your scalp.  And now I’m just glum.  Weary. Got your letter.  You know you shouldn’t make offers … Continue reading Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

If I’d taken the time to get to know her before going out with her, I never would have gone out with her.

Sunday, 8 September 1996  12:02pm Hey Sis, I’m in on the weekend, I feel so righteous.  I was in yesterday too.  Perhaps that’s why I slept so well last night – sleep of the righteous and all that. Tram Anecdote No. 643. Came in on the 11:26 tram.  Sat next to – well, adjacent to if you want to be precise – some guy with … Continue reading If I’d taken the time to get to know her before going out with her, I never would have gone out with her.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

Thursday, 5 September, 1996 Hey Sis, Another day dribbles by.  Actually, it hasn’t dribbled, it’s been a crawl over broken glass and razor blades.  I’ve had a shocking day.  So irritable.  Dunno what’s wrong with me.  I think I need a holiday to tell the truth.  I haven’t had once since you were here in December. So what have I been doing?  Umm… I bleached … Continue reading It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

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