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.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 9 Feb 1998 Went swimming with Leah after work tonight at Richmond Pool. Fuck me it was hard work! I thought I was going to die after five minutes. I managed a paltry six laps and collapsed on the bench in agony. Leah swam another two. I think she’s been secretly practising. I was quite nervous about the change-room thing, but … Continue reading I bought my girl some dried squid – most aromatic if not romantic.
Wednesday, 5 June 1996 8:35am Hey S, Had that lunch with our Father yesterday. Depressing affair, all told. Basically, these ideas of going back to Uni are shot, they really are. It’s the people I work with, they’re always going on and on and on about how crap it is here, so I guess I’m conditioned to think that. Then they all go on about … Continue reading Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.
J’s Diary Entry Sun 12 Mar 1995 I’ve spent far too much time watching television today, channel surfing in the hope that five channels of mediocrity will be less stultifying if viewed in seven second slices. I cooked a meal, read a bit more Voltaire, did some washing and ignored the phone’s muted, mulish ring. I wouldn’t mind talking to Josh, but don’t want to … Continue reading It’s a fucking strange habit, but it passes the time.
J’s Diary Entries for December 1994 Fri 9 Dec – Spoke to Noah, the boss about money today. He’s giving me another $1500 which will take me to $25,500 which is about $400 a week clear. He also said he likes his workers to express their individuality through clothing etc, which is handy to know. From now on I really must work harder. Had Chinese for … Continue reading I was so hungover this morning, it was a-four-potato-cake-day.
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