J’s Diary Entry Tue 5 Jul 1994 – Left for work early today, had to be in at 7:30AM to load the recycling truck – got paid for it. Had a good chat with Anna about movies and bludged the rest of the day away. Wrote two letters, one to S, one to myself, full of wordy self-pity and justifications for how I’ve treated and … Continue reading I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED. IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared. I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability.
THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE. I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.
THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE. I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I don’t want to be a nut case.
Monday, 11 April 1994 Well it’s after Easter, sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, it’s been really busy at work and I’ve applied myself to the task at hand with rather surprising alacrity. I guess it’s because the work is a little different from what I’ve been doing for the last few months. What have I done since Easter? Well, … Continue reading I guess I’m looking for simple answers to complicated questions.
J’s Diary Entry Fri 8 Apr 1994 – Simon and Bee (ex-work colleague and Simon’s housemate) taunted me today with unshared whispers of possible suitors for my hand. Perhaps it is wishful thinking, but I think it might be Bridgette. I don’t know any of their other friends so why else would they guard so carefully the name of this Miss X? I have come … Continue reading Why am I so negative where do I get it from?
Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents. The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers. This night I do split with Leah. Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.
1994 March Diary Entries Thurs 7 Mar – Dreamt I was Plucking a dead pelican in Fitzroy Gardens. Morning push ups 20, 25 Fri 8 Mar – Dreamt I was chasing or being chased – can’t remember which. Sat 9 Mar – Dreamt I was fighting, (with swords) a former version of myself, only thicker set. The contemporary me won and cut off the losers … Continue reading Plucking Pelicans in the Park
Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one. Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.
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