I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.

Tuesday, 9 April 1996  9:48pm Hey Sis, How you doing? Another typed letter from your bro.  Poorly typed an’ all.  It’s raining here, on Easter Tuesday.  Jana Wendt is on Channel 7, hosting her new (and deskless, might I add) show, “Witness”.  It’s quite highbrow, long pieces on “real” issues.  I do suspect, however, that she is sans desk simply to show off her legs. … Continue reading I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.

I have to laugh at so many crap jokes in the course of my day, just to stroke the egos of others. I could sigh my insides out.

Tuesday, 1 August 1995 12:03pm S, I did write half a letter yesterday, but the computer froze and I lost it all.  Damn frustrating you know.  I guess I’ll start by recounting the weekend. Friday night there was going-away drinks for Keely, our longest-serving editor.  She had been here five years, which is only one up on me incidentally.  We went to “Klicks” and sprawled … Continue reading I have to laugh at so many crap jokes in the course of my day, just to stroke the egos of others. I could sigh my insides out.

I’ve been living in dreamland Sis, and now I wake to find the hound of reality with its jaws planted firmly in the wobbily expanse of my ass.

Monday, 24 July 1995 11:19am S, Christ, I’ve got to get out of here Sis. I’ve got to leave work.  I’m so sick of it here, I’m at the point where every little daily injustice outrages me to the point where I feel like my moral soul is being massaged by a cheese grater.  I can’t fucking stand it anymore. If I had a job … Continue reading I’ve been living in dreamland Sis, and now I wake to find the hound of reality with its jaws planted firmly in the wobbily expanse of my ass.

The closest I’m gonna come to getting lucky will be getting run over by a necrophiliac.

Thursday, 16 Feb 1995, 9:15am Hi Sis, How did you sleep last night? No dreams about aliens or anything? I feel great this morning. I’m riding high on a caffeine surge of goodness and I want to smile so wide that my head splits in two. Luuuurve that strong cappuccino from “Roozervelts Cafe” on Collins Street first thing in the morning. The guy who usually … Continue reading The closest I’m gonna come to getting lucky will be getting run over by a necrophiliac.

She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.

J’s Diary Entries Wed 9 Nov ’94 – Tonight I met Cav’s Dad, he writes proudly for a weekly paper at the age of 69.  What an amazing man. Truly larger than life. Really funny, full of hidden talents – plays Chopin on the piano and drinks like a fish. Blue eyes, baldish, tall, large-framed. Proud of his German history. Cav’s Mum, also a well … Continue reading She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.