J and I went to the movies and saw Starship Troopers , we spent ages discussing it, J loving the tongue in cheek style and Nazi overtones – me, well I’m just happy if there’s an alien or zombie on screen. Continue reading S & J go to the movies.
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.
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.
Friday, 23 August 1996 4:21pm Hey Sis, I know I’ve only got half an hour to go, but I’ve ground to this terrible halt. I can barely hold my head up, you know? You’re not really tired, you’re just tired of what you’re doing. I don’t feel bad anyway, I did stay back until 6:30 last night. I’m going to skip Friday drinks again tonight. … Continue reading I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.
Friday, 26 July 1996 2:10pm Hey S, Went and saw Othello with Pippa at the Capitol cinema in Swanston Walk. What a great cinema. I remember it dimly from childhood. I remember the freaky ceiling (all geometric with coloured lights. Sounds tacky, but it’s not). Lawrence Fishburne was better than I had hoped, and Kenneth Brannagh was good too. One of the cast members was the … Continue reading Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.
Thursday, 9 May 1996 8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday. We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way. ‘Really, how is she? What’s she doing? ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.
Saturday, 4 May 1996 12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday. I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally. I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back. It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different. You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.
Friday, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday. It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played. I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.
Thursday, 11 April 1996 8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time. Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.
13 March 1996 To S, It’s hard to believe that it’s been 3 years already. This last year has been the busiest and seen us make lots of changes including the arrival of our Brady. I hope that we can keep moving on throughout this next year too, together we can do anything. I love you very much and look forward to each anniversary … Continue reading Three years. Tick, tick, tick.
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