J letter to S Monday, 6 November 1995 12:11 PM God crappy-crappy, fuck-fuck. Shit mood Sis. Shit mood. Wanna go home and crawl under my doona. It’s one of those rainy days that are ripe for video watching and that’s about it. I hate this job, I just can’t bring myself to look at these pages of proof anymore, it’s a bit of a concern … Continue reading I have no rich spirituality with which to comfort myself, I need money. It’s the only religion I have.
Friday, 30 June, 1995 9:30am Hi Sis, So, how about Hugh Grant’s little brush with the seedy underbelly of urban America? Poor bloke, he’s really blown it (couldn’t resist, sorry). I feel a bit sorry for him, did you see the look on his face in that mug shot? It must be on the front page of every rag in England. Everyone here keeps saying … Continue reading I’ve read that beautiful chicks think that being beautiful is enough in itself, and they don’t put in any effort in the sack.