It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

Tuesday, 30 April 1996  8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis.  I have to decide on a career.  I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into.  This job which is going to lead nowhere.  What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask?  I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

I just fluttered in the breeze for the remainder of the day.

J’s Diary Entries Mon 6 Jun 1994 – A bad mood day, felt crap and I knew it from the moment I woke.  My first words to Simon were “Shut your scabby hole” and that more or less set the pattern for the day.  Only interesting point in the day was a reflection on appearances I had on the homeward bound tram.  This woman seated … Continue reading I just fluttered in the breeze for the remainder of the day.