S’s Gratitude Journal I spent the entire day with J (Brady spent the day with Mum). I remember it so clearly, we laughed all the way around the city. He took me on a tour of all his daily haunts. We giggled at my win at the Casino. We bought crystals and little boxes of spells in a shop called Spellbox (I wrote that it … Continue reading 1,827 days.
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.
“Deep Impact” “Godzilla” with Leah and Goth Hog. “Welcome to Sarajevo” with Louise in Carlton. Continue reading The Movies in June.
Movie tickets glued into J’s diary for April 1998. Movie: Lost in Space Movie: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil Movie: The Big Lebowski Continue reading The Movies in April
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.
An Aside from S In this letter J says that he is typing his 1996 diary and that it is filed in a folder – I have never seen/found this folder which is why there are no diary excerts for 1996. He also writes about protecting and destroying his diary… Sunday, 17 March 1996 Hey Sis, here’s an overdue letter, eh? Sorry to … Continue reading How long is 90 seconds? I’ll tell you.
Tuesday, 30 January 1996 11:59PM Christ S, people really can’t be trusted with a secret can they? Henry the Brit has just let a cat out of a bag, and into some pretty dangerous hands too, might I add. Explanation: About three editions ago, there was an incredible typo that appeared in “Who the Fuck Cares”. It was a rude word, the rudest word there … Continue reading The absolute MOTHER of all typos.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him. I wish I could go too. I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have. He gets all excited just like a kid. I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.
J’s Diary Entry Friday, 15 September 1995 I was walking down Puckle Street, looking at couples strolling as I strode (only single people stride) and thought “How come they can manage it and I can’t? and then I got depressed, then realised that getting depressed so quickly is the reason I can’t manage what they can, which was depressing in itself. It’s weird, Dad said … Continue reading I wish I could be happy with less.
J has cut out and completely removed three quarters of this page – all that remains is what he wrote at the bottom which follows. J’s Diary Entry – Tuesday, 25 July 1995 Cav’s going to Canberra for a job interview tomorrow. He’ll get the job, and he’ll leave (me) and go on to a fabulous life, never looking back. I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, … Continue reading I feel like the neglected girl-next-door, too plain, too sedentary.
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