I’m getting less flexible as I get older, and I’m not talking about hamstrings.

Friday, 29 September 1995  1:44pm Hey Sis, My neighbours kept me awake ’til all hours last night, arguing and cussing.  It wouldn’t have kept me so late if the dividing wall wasn’t so cold against my cheek (tee hee)  The girl won, it was her house, so she could throw him out. Lordy me there was lots of swearing “Get the fuck out you cunt! … Continue reading I’m getting less flexible as I get older, and I’m not talking about hamstrings.

I wish I could be happy with less.

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.