Diary Entry for Wed 28 Sep 94 I found out today that Jeremy is going to be working on my book full-time. This is not good, with Jeremy taking over the Company side of the book, it will expand and may usurp the biographical section and me in the process. I talked to Jeremy about it and he seems enthusiastic and imbued with a combination … Continue reading I’d better buy a suit I suppose.
J Diary Entries Tue 20 Sep 1994 – Simon’s triumphant return – sound the horns! complete with (perhaps) glandular fever. It’s good to have him back, I’ve missed him. Simon is my principal human contact, I’ve withdrawn in his absence. I was even a little hurt when he went to talk to Cav before me. Silly really – I’m jealous. Half of me resents the … Continue reading Damn Russian Nomenclature.
. I have never been able to find the “separate book” anywhere in my brother’s belongings. S Continue reading If only I knew where to look J.
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. Continue reading Dear Diary What has introspection ever done for me? Huh? Answer me that.
Wed 6 Jul 1994 – Had lunch today at “Klicks” across the road from work with Simon, Bridgette, Joe, Pete and Cav. Talked mostly to Cav, an interesting guy. Late 20’s, tall and slightly stooped with a big deep Camel and Whiskey kind of voice. Extremely intelligent, it makes me a bit nervous, people with an intellectual edge on me always do. He’s nice to … Continue reading Had a miserable, angry day choking on my own bile – heaven forbid I should choke on someone else’s.
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.
Mon 27 Jun 1994 – Met mum for lunch at 1:00PM today in the middle of a very bludgey day and she gave me the rest of my prezzies from the UK – a feather quill, a rune ring, a left handed ruler, a left handed can-opener and a wax seal set with a “J” to seal all my letters – super! I’m really pleased … Continue reading What the hell is a left handed ruler?
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.
Mon 25 Apr 94 – Found my diary again, it was right under my nose the whole time. At some point in the last week Leah approached me with an offer of commitment free sex. I being a hormonally charged being, at the mercy of my carnal desires, accepted her offer. I’m not very good, it would seem at keeping a journal of positive thoughts, though … Continue reading Dear Diary, Where have you been?
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