Tuesday, 5 September 1995 9:06am Whacko! New Discipline J is rearing to go! Yessiree. Up at the crack ‘a dawn. (Ten past seven – close enough.) I feel good. I was up early, I did a load of washing, I even included two extra ingredients in my sandwiches today. I feel good. I didn’t even pig out last night – I’m on the Wagon o’ … Continue reading Meditation? Please! – I can’t even keep my feet still let alone my mind.
31 August 1995 To you my Dear Dear Brother, Well where to start, maybe with the standard apology for not writing sooner or more often but I am afraid that the re-telling of the drudgery of my married life in the suburbs may not prove entertaining to you and besides I would rather you had some image in your head of me living in the … Continue reading I guess you could call it a role playing, electronic, sexless, sci-fi, extra-marital affair.
Tuesday, 29 August 1995 9:37am Oh Dear S, you’ll never guess what’s happened. Someone attractive is working here. I mean really attractive, like Sale-of-the-Century-model attractive. This is an ill wind Sis. I don’t want someone extraordinarily attractive swanning around the place making me feel self-conscious. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Have you ever encountered this sort of thing in your working life? I just wanna work with … Continue reading It’s impractical working with extraordinarily attractive people.
Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda. I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping. Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.
Monday, 28 August 1995 9:17am S, Howdy. How was your weekend? I’m still shakin’ the dust of activity from my feet – a busy weekend. Let’s go through it scene by scene shall we? PISSPOT’S UNDOING (A modern tragedy) Author’s note: The following must be read in a tone evocative of the voice-overs in showcases of TV talent such as Unsolved Mysteries, Crime Stoppers, … Continue reading ‘Pisspot’s Undoing” – A Modern Tragedy.
18 August 1995 Hi J, Just a quick aerogram to let you know that I’m getting your letters and they’re not disappearing into an abyss. This has been unbearable, I would rather have given birth to another ten babies than have gone through this, it’s really hard to get it together. I have started a long letter to you and I shall send it as soon as … Continue reading Bear with me J, I haven’t forgotten you.
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!
FAX FROM MUM TO S 2:20pm 31ST JULY 1995 Dear S, Thank you for the beautiful flowers – hot pink roses and irises. You really are a naughty girl to do that, but they are absolutely beautiful. I am sitting here looking at my beautiful granddaughter, I have put her photo in a frame below my computer screen. I guess she is still talking about … Continue reading When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?
Wednesday, 26 July 1995 9:11am Howdy S, Another day. Woke up late, no time to make my lunch. Crept into my clothes, sleep unfurling smokily from my back as the tram sped me down Flemington Road. And now here I am again, at this desk, blank as a soldier. What difference does any of it make anyhow? We’re all of us just big old sacks … Continue reading If everything is pointless, why not do anything, absolutely anything?
Tuesday, 18 July 1995 9:11am Hi Sis, I spoke to Leah on the phone last night and conveyed my growing enthusiasm for this Chloe “thing”. She’s going to snoop for me later on in the week. Last night she was more concerned with locating the luggage that Australian Airlines kindly lost for her. They think it’s in Sydney. She also told me that she thinks … Continue reading In homage to the great Victor Frankenstein I’m going to make me a chocolate woman with Maltesers for eyes.
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