You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are. 

Friday, 26 August 1994 Dear S, Hi, just a quick note to send with these Cleo magazines.  Sorry I haven’t written for a while, it’s been brown trousers time at work and I’ve been putting in unpaid overtime again.  Also there’s a new guy in despatch called Mick, and he’s a bit of a puppet of one of the directors, and I’m not too sure … Continue reading You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are. 

I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.

Tuesday, 5 July 1994 Hi S, I thought it was about time I put fingertip to keyboard and pounded out a missive to Sis in my staccato touch-typing blur.  How you doing?  I should, here at the outset, just say thanks for the super wax letter sealing set.  Completely super present.  I don’t have much in the way of gossip, I’ve been leading a life … Continue reading I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.

I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

J’s Diary Entry Tue 5 Jul 1994 – Left for work early today, had to be in at 7:30AM to load the recycling truck – got paid for it. Had a good chat with Anna about movies and bludged the rest of the day away.  Wrote two letters, one to S, one to myself, full of wordy self-pity and justifications for how I’ve treated and … Continue reading I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability. 

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared.  I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability. 

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.

I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE.  I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

THIS IS ANOTHER OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME (WHILST OUR MOTHER WAS VISITING ME IN THE UK), BUT I NEVER RECEIVED IT.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT.  IT IS DATED 27 FEB 1994. Dear S (Jack and Mum) What is it with Melbourne that is so horrible … Continue reading I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

Why am I so negative where do I get it from?

J’s Diary Entry Fri 8 Apr 1994 – Simon and Bee (ex-work colleague and Simon’s housemate) taunted me today with unshared whispers of possible suitors for my hand.  Perhaps it is wishful thinking, but I think it might be Bridgette.  I don’t know any of their other friends so why else would they guard so carefully the name of this Miss X?  I have come … Continue reading Why am I so negative where do I get it from?

Perhaps I’m simply made up entirely of what people want me to be.

THIS IS ONE OF MANY LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 10 FEB 1994 AND SLOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAST LETTER HE SENT BUT HE DECIDED NOT TO INCLUDE IT, MAYBE HE FELT IT WAS TOO … Continue reading Perhaps I’m simply made up entirely of what people want me to be.

Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts

Friday, 14 January 1994 Sis, Just a quick note to accompany this old Cleo of Leah’s I found lying around last night when I was looking for my wallet.  Actually, looking at it, I don’t think she’ll let me give it to you – it’s got the pictures of Keanu Reeves….naked!  I think she took a day off work when that one came out, wore … Continue reading Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts