Brady and J playing Christmas Day 2000. I watch this over and over, it makes me so happy. I can remember their laughter, the sun shining. Ola crying in the background. Happy. deadmansdiaries.com Continue reading Happy.
S’s Gratitude Journal I spent the entire day with J (Brady spent the day with Mum). I remember it so clearly, we laughed all the way around the city. He took me on a tour of all his daily haunts. We giggled at my win at the Casino. We bought crystals and little boxes of spells in a shop called Spellbox (I wrote that it … Continue reading 1,827 days.
This letter was written to me by J but never sent. It is 2 typed A4 pages with handwritten notes, scribbles and corrections all over it. It makes me wonder if he rough drafted and proofed every letter before he sent it to me. On the back of the last page are his handwritten notes. If only he had sent it. Would I have done … Continue reading I have an utter loathing of obligation.
Wednesday, 26 June 1996 8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place. Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film. I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’ I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.
Monday, 22 January 1996 12:22PM S, Gotta meet Kate (Brett’s old girlfriend) today for lunch. A bit nervous about it really, I always struggle for something to talk about with her. She’s going overseas in about five weeks with her post-Brett bloke, Hussein, supposedly for good. (I must remember to give them your number Sis, I know how you love taking in free-loading Aussie backpackers, don’t let … Continue reading I can’t call Crazy Tim, “crazy” anymore – turns out he actually is.
Tuesday, 31 October 1995 12:42pm God S, It’s been forever since I last wrote! I’ve been so busy with the book, I just haven’t had time for lunch-breaks or anything. But, yesterday I got Volume 2 (which we did first for some reason) off to the printers and now I’m keying corrections from the proof of Volume 1. Sooo, I can take ten minutes off … Continue reading The intricacies of office bitching and backstabbing.
Wednesday, 27 September 1995 9:17AM I never told you how that party on Saturday night went did I? I arrived elevenish, went in and frantically look around the room for someone I knew. I saw Lisa, grabbed her and made her talk. Then Paige (Matt the host’s girlfriend) came along and we had a stilted chat while I tried to get drunk and didn’t succeed. … Continue reading Stories about people on trams and doughnuts aren’t exactly edge-of-your-seat stuff, but it’s the exchanging of these trivialities that keep us in touch.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him. I wish I could go too. I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have. He gets all excited just like a kid. I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.
Thursday, 14 September 1995 9:24PM Wow, I can’t believe it’s September S. In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past when I was in the tea room, though I can’t recall what I did for New Year’s Eve at all. That’s a bit of a concern. I really can’t remember what I did. I just asked Simon. He said I did nothing, at … Continue reading In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.
Monday, 11 September 1995 1:14PM I called you this morning. And now I get to work, have a look at the calendar, and realize that my call was late, your birthday was Friday. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!? God, how embarrassing! I’m so sorry, I got my days mixed up. It was a weird weekend. Friday night I went over good as my word, for … Continue reading Got a crick in my neck, from leaning forward in a meeting, trying to make myself look like a go-getter.