Word of the day; Elegy.

J’s Diary Entry 15 October 2001 Only threw up once today, though thought about it two other times. Applied for a week’s holiday and started taking Aropax again.  It doesn’t seem to be working too well – still having obsessive thoughts and throwing up.  Ate two Milky Bars at work and liberated them 10 minutes later.  I’ll be thin, but toothless. Jade is in the … Continue reading Word of the day; Elegy.

Gratitude for something I wrote down 17 years ago.

March 1999 Brady and I flew to Australia for a holiday and to celebrate my Aunty Tia’s (my mothers only sister) 50th birthday.  We stayed in Melbourne with my Mum and Winky,  and we all flew to Queensland for the big birthday party, it was a lovely time. It was warm, there was swimming, family, memories shared and made, lots of laughter – my Aunty … Continue reading Gratitude for something I wrote down 17 years ago.

Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995

  Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J  (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995

What’s my scene?

Tuesday, 14 November 1995  1:07 PM Hey Sis, Been a few days since I’ve had time to write.  Let’s see…  Friday night I ended up going to the Esplanade Hotel in St Kilda with Nadia and her boyfriend Aaron to see a what can only be describe as a Psycho-billy three-piece band they’re called the “Fireballs”.  They all had mohawks and no shirts on. Simplistic but … Continue reading What’s my scene?

I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 15 May 1995 Just figured out I was snubbed on Friday night.  I was not invited for Friday drinks on purpose.  Jeremy blabbed.  Well, not really blabbed, but he made it obvious.  I was at the printer, and he asked me if I went straight home on Friday.  I said yes, and he said something about how he had a few … Continue reading I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.