Mum’s Cancer = get out of stuff ya don’t wanna do.

J’s Diary Entry 16 November 2001 Well! What excitement!  Dull day at work.  Got home with an armful of junk food, five videos and a strong dose of misanthropy. Jade begged me to go out to seek drinks with her but I steadfastly refused. Then Paige asked me to go for a bike ride with her (it was a beautiful evening), again I stuck to … Continue reading Mum’s Cancer = get out of stuff ya don’t wanna do.

It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

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.

Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 20/10/95  3:51 PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: So glad to hear going back to work wasn’t too traumatic for you or Brady. I am pleased that Brady likes it at Tracey’s and gets along with little Eleanor. It must be a big relief for you. Aunty Tia is much better and sparking on all fours again. Will probably be home today. … Continue reading Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.

Thursday, 14 September 1995  9:24PM Wow, I can’t believe it’s September S.  In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past when I was in the tea room, though I can’t recall what I did for New Year’s Eve at all. That’s a bit of a concern.  I really can’t remember what I did. I just asked Simon. He said I did nothing, at … Continue reading In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.

There’s no point in expecting anything from pointlessness.

Friday, 8 September 1995, 9:41PM Hey Sis. I’m all jittery, just had an unpleasant experience. My book was quoted as a source in the Australian Financial Review today, in a full page piece on Coles Myer (there’s intrigue galore there, even secret diaries have come out).  Hundreds of thousands of people would have read that article Sis. I’m quaking with fear. Now I’m starting to … Continue reading There’s no point in expecting anything from pointlessness.

I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

Wednesday, 12 April, 1995, 11:07AM S, Well excuse me, I’ve just been dusting myself off after falling off my perch.  Thanks for the letter, Sis.  I feel much better now, knowing that it’s my genes that are to blame for my shocking Magnum ice cream dependency, not my jelly-like will that folds at the merest sniff of that white, Belgian chocolate modestly screening it’s heart … Continue reading I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

Fucking politicians – we’re left with the cinders of their excuses.

J’s Diary Entries Sun 29 Jan 1995 Relaxing day (eventually), alternating watching videos and reading. I finished off the Nikolai Gogol novel “Dead Souls” (finally). I also started and finished a collection of Joseph Conrad’s shorter stories and novels including the one that “Apocalypse Now” was based on, “Heart of Darkness” It’s pretty good, Joseph Conrad’s an interesting guy. Born in Poland, spent his life … Continue reading Fucking politicians – we’re left with the cinders of their excuses.

The human body just requires too much maintenance.

Wednesday, 4 January 1995 Well, Happy New Year Sis. I hope you had, as the saying goes, a good ‘un. Personally I went to bed at 11:00pm, I’ve never been one for celebrating such occasions. Thanks for the book and juggling balls, I picked them up from the post office today. I’ve since discovered that half the office can juggle with ease, leaving me looking … Continue reading The human body just requires too much maintenance.

I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

Fri 23 Dec 1994 – Work Break-Up Day, I didn’t handle myself terribly well. In my headlong determined rush to have a good time, I drank too much, hoping to set an example for my fellow reticent revelers. Fuck they’re a boring bunch. So young and earnest and mature – controlled. DULL!! At least Caleb liked his present.  I got a “CANDOM” from Quinn. It’s … Continue reading I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.

December 1994 Dear Nana and Pop, Merry Christmas. Sorry about typing this letter, it seems a little impersonal, but I’m so used to typing at work that my hand writing is almost unreadable these days. I’m sorry I can’t be there with everyone for Christmas, I’ve got this camping trip planned with some friends up near the Murray River.  There’s this festival sort of thing … Continue reading J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.