Thursday, 17 August 1995 9:07am S Geez, it’s been busy here, we’ve only got ’til Monday until the final “Who The Fuck Cares” proof comes out. And I’ve been stressed to death trying to work up the gumption to ask for a raise. It’s so difficult, how do you do it? Do you have a particular mantra that you intone in an undertone as you … Continue reading I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 3 June 1995 Had only 3 neat vodkas at “Klicks” last night. I feel strong and depressed and lonely as usual. It’s a curious choice: waste $60 on a good time I can’t actually remember, or save $60 and feel strong and depressed and lonely. I’m sort of inclined to think that if I can’t remember the good time, then what’s … Continue reading Drinking is neither physically, mentally or economically healthy. But I’ll keep doing it.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 18 May 1995 I said an awkward hello to Cav in the fax room today. It lifted me for a bit, made me think or rather tacitly hope that things would go back to how they were. I know they wont though. Exile is a little more dignified when it’s self imposed. I’m going to ask Caitlin if I can leave … Continue reading Reincarnation is my greatest fear. That, and the dentist.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 15 May 1995 Just figured out I was snubbed on Friday night. I was not invited for Friday drinks on purpose. Jeremy blabbed. Well, not really blabbed, but he made it obvious. I was at the printer, and he asked me if I went straight home on Friday. I said yes, and he said something about how he had a few … Continue reading I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.
Friday, 12 May 1995 Howdy S, I’d ask how you are, but I’m too self-absorbed in horror to think of anything but my own suffering. She touched me again, you know, the Ms X that I don’t want to name for fear of litigation. She linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder and quaked with laughter as I vibrated on … Continue reading When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 8 May 1995 Hey, wanna hear my latest idea? The defeat of hope is the path to freedom. As an idea, it’s probably couched in too grandiose terms, but I’m known for my love of textual pomposity. And poor grammar. Hell, it’s probably an old idea, but it’s new to me in its conciseness. Well I need to go from hope’s … Continue reading The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.
J’s Diary Entries Thursday 20 April, 1995 (Mum’s Birthday) From what I can gather most people’s lives are linear, they start at one end and finish at the other. I’m beginning to wonder if mine is not spiral in nature. Sometimes I feel like I’m going backwards through already chartered areas. I started in the middle and wound my way out. Then I came to … Continue reading Most people’s lives are linear. I wonder if mine is not spiral in nature.