Bad Parties, Bad TV and Bad Religion.

From: ‘J’ Date: 20 May 2002 05:30AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Bad Party…Bad TV…and Bad Religion Hey Sis.  How was your weekend?  Mine was alright. Went to IT guy from work’s 30th birthday dinner on Saturday night in St Kilda. Since his parents are winey (they have a vineyard and all) there was free wine, four varieties. I thought “You rippa – bring on the dancing … Continue reading Bad Parties, Bad TV and Bad Religion.

The most disturbing graffiti I’ve ever seen.

  From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, April 30, 2002 06:20PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Re: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons So tell me, what the hell was this disturbing graffiti I’m dying to know? And by the way I could care less who you sleep with my darling brother, it’s no one’s business who anyone sleeps with unless it’s children or animals of course. I love you. … Continue reading The most disturbing graffiti I’ve ever seen.

Cancer seems to agree with Mum. She looks great.

From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, 12 March 2002 08:23PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Forget Jenny Craig try Chemo Ok, just about finished the “Hobbit” and have “Journey to the End of the Night” by Louis-Ferdinand Celine sitting there waiting for me, are you impressed or what? God I love Amazon. Dick called last night, God he’s dull and morose – in a please feel sorry for me … Continue reading Cancer seems to agree with Mum. She looks great.

Cabaret Groupies & Dead Moles

From: ‘S’ Date: Wednesday January 23, 2002 11:02PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Hiya baby brother, I don’t have much to report other than the joy that the MOLE IS DEAD!!!!  The Environmental Health man came out and put down some poisonous gas, – “used this stuff in the second world war luv, keep ya kids inside wont ya – not Jewish are ya, hate to offend … Continue reading Cabaret Groupies & Dead Moles

Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

From: ‘S’ Date: 07 January 2002 08:05AM To: ‘J’ Subject: You back yet? I feel really bad, but I had such trouble talking to Mum after she told me about her cancer, it took me nearly a week to call her back, no doubt she told you.  I don’t really know why, just found I couldn’t pick up the phone and call her.  Anyway she … Continue reading Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

I think about people being dead all the time.

—–Original Message—– From: S  Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 8:29 PM To: J Subject: No problems most of what I send is crap anyway, think of how much more time I’ll have to do some  work. I feel really bad, but I had such trouble talking to mum, it took me over a week, I don’t really know why, just found I couldn’t pick up … Continue reading I think about people being dead all the time.

I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

J’s Diary Entry 5 November 2001 Bit of a shopping day today.  Got up late-ish, still a bit sick but trying valiantly to eat my way to wellness.  After watching Springer (“I’m here to fulfil my Secret Lesbian Fantasy”) Jen, Jade and I walked down to Chapel Street and did some window shopping (which I’ve always considered kind of pointless – why tease yourself?) and … Continue reading I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.

From: ‘J’ Date: 17 July 2001 2:11AM (AUSTRALIAN Time) To: ‘S’ Subject: The Tightest Pants in Bendigo hygienically sealed, of course. The Chronicles of J continue.. Oooh la la! I had a GREAT weekend (don’t get too excited – still dry sheets in the Richmond House of No-Sex). Went to that wedding that I was bitching and moaning about and had a really good time. I … Continue reading We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.