From: ‘S’ Date: Monday, March 11, 2002 08:37PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Depilation Fixation J, in the back of my mind I remember you looking into lasering or tasering your hair off. I want my underarms done. If I recall you had a test patch done or something, was it any good, did it hurt, how long did it take and all that? Let me know. … Continue reading I’m over my depilation fixation.
Tuesday, 19 September 1995 8:11AM Hey Sis. I made it in. Just after finishing yesterday’s entry I packed my bags and went home. Just felt way too crappy, went home and rang Mum for some hay fever advice and followed it to the letter. Made me feel a hell of a lot better actually. So I sat on my couch, read my Sartre and listened … Continue reading It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.
XXXX represents the parts of his diaries that J has cut out and destroyed. J’s Diary Entry Friday, 21 July 1995 S rang tonight, she was after the phone number of a florist in “Poo Town”. I heard Brady crying in the background. It was a nice chat, I got inordinately excited, I wonder if Leah noticed, and if so, what she thought of it. … Continue reading Nice chatting to you Sis.
Thursday 13 July 1995 9:19am Sis, I got smiled at on the tram this morning. Some blonde lady with dark blue eyes smiled at me as the boisterous conductor carried on trumpeting for tickets or something. I actually didn’t hear him properly, and just looked up from my Herman Hesse novel to see this lady smiling at me. I hesitated dumbly, then gave a thin, … Continue reading It’s no coincidence that sexy chicks always work in music shops, it’s a sadistic plan to make you feel embarrassed about buying daggy music.
Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
Monday, 22 May 1995 1:38pm Dear Sis, Howdy. I thought of you on the tram this morning. A pregnant lady was sitting opposite me, rubbing her belly with this secretive smile. It was a bit creepy to tell you the truth. Then the tram conductor sat diagonally opposite me and started talking to himself as he leafed through the form guide. He didn’t ask for … Continue reading My workmates have about as much sensitivity as a Russian condom.