“… and then the dog chewed on it.”

VOL. 7, NO. 2 “…and then the dog chewed on it.” Thursday, Sep. 4, 1997  8:40am Dear S, The office smells like the interior of a plane today for some reason.  Exactly like a plane.  That funny air-conditioned, slightly-sickly-disinfectant-delousing-spray smell.  Wish I had a first class aeroplane seat for a work chair.  If this office was an aeroplane it would definitely be in a disaster film. Daisy and … Continue reading “… and then the dog chewed on it.”

I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.

Monday, 27 May 1996  8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend.  Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair).  As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.